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Monday, July 20, 2009

Breakfast




-This is my response to Today's prompt at www oneminutewriter.com . "Describe in detail your favorite breakfast as a child."-


My siblings and I would wait uncomplainingly around the breakfast table for Father ,who would bring the freshly baked bread from the Bakery, which we all took delight in eating ,with the coconut “sambol” Mother made. Even though we had a choice for breakfast, we always tried to eat Mother’s favorite. With stinging eyes and a runny nose, my whole body would be encircled with a burning sensation . I wouldn’t give up!! Hastily gulping water in between each morsel, I would fan myself with the morning newspaper, to cool that sweltering in me and pretend that everything was just fine. I would n’t dislodge from the breakfast table till I finished the last mouthful of that spicy coconut sambol , which was a mixture of scrapped coconut, red chilly ,green chilly and chopped onions sprinkled with lemon juice and salt. This was Mother’s delight!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Metamorphosis



Today, we were prompted on http://www.oneminutewriter.com to write on, "Metamorphosis"...I thought I would response with this piece of writing and share it with everyone on my blog!

"With the arrival of my 4th child, I felt the world was going to crash on me, I thought someone from outer space was going to snatch away my newborn. I smiled less and cried more, everything was spinning around right in front of me. Mentally I became a different person. And physically too, my facial appearances started changing with more frowns, sulks, and droopy eyes. Everyone acknowledged the change in me; I was not the same person. I told my Husband that the world was coming to an end. Perplexed and concerned, he took me to the doctor, who said I was suffering from post partum depression. He put me on medication for a few months and told me that I would be just fine afterward. Gradually with some therapeutic assistance and the love and support from family and friends, the hallucinations came to a complete standstill. My son is five years now and I’m glad I‘ve got over those childish fears and have grown into a more matured adult after that brief 'metamorphic' experience."