Picture a place from your past that still feels vivid. What do you remember most?
It was my last outing of my exchange year. My host father had taken me to a pond. It was crystal clear. Surrounded by trees all around. The birds were quite. A soft wind was blowing. I was wearing boots because it was muddy at the way up to the pond. My hands were full of towels. The moment we stepped on the deck, I dropped all the clothes and removed my boots. I jumped directly into the water. It was ice cold. My host father jumped after me. I could feel the ripples of the water. We lapped around the water for a few minutes and then hopped onto the deck. With a towel around my shoulder I lied down on the deck. My host father and I then talked about life, my future and everything in between. We stayed like t…
This happened a couple of days ago. I WhatsApp setting with my nephew and we were going through a magazine. This is one of our favourite activities. Ever since he was a baby I would take him with me and we would go through the Fashion magazine together. I would tell him about the piece that I liked and he would tell me about the piece that he liked. We would tell each other the reason for liking a particular piece. This is one of our routine activities which we were doing the other day. While looking at the magazine he suddenly stopped. He look at me and said, "aunty you have a white hair".
I corrected him by saying, "it is not called a white hair. It is called a grey hair. You can also call it silver hearing if you want to say it in a fancy way."
"Okay. Got it," he said and continued brow…
