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Day: November 20, 2021

Winter 2021

The Crying Girl

SHANNON CHRISTIE ❏ The crying girl | Does she cry for you? | Does she cry for me? | It’s a game she plays – | Is it for you? |
Is it for me? | This crying game | It’s not what it seems.

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Winter 2021

Contact

ELIZABETH BANFALVI ❏ Talk about strange things happening in my family. My grandparents and mother were all born in Hungary and there it was quite common to have psychic people. Scorpio is claimed to be the most psychic astrological sign and both my mother and grandmother were born under that sign.

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Winter 2021

You Will Be Found

SAVITHRI DUDDU ❏ Satya developed Blogic to connect people who shared the same interests, but without any display of pictures and contact numbers – like for a blind date. The two who connected had to meet at Dialogue in the Dark, a restaurant in the city, where patrons dined in the dark, served by the visually impaired who ‘see’ in absence of light.

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Winter 2021

Monarch

SERINA LEWIS ❏ We planted our garden with a diversity of trees, shrubs, ground cover and grass. It has always been a work in progress, much like my self. My father and the family all put our heads together to plan it. In one corner stands a Mountain Ash that bears feathery white blossoms every spring that turn to bright orange berries which the birds devour later in the summer. There is also a cedar, a red sand cherry and a lilac whose fragrant flowers beckon one closer. A variety of bulbs that blossom each spring bring the delightful yellow daffodils, dark hearted tulips, snowdrops, and scented hyacinths.

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Winter 2021

What A Robin Taught Me

OLIVE HANNA ❏ In one corner of a rectangular gazebo in my garden, partly hidden by the leaves of a Clematis vine not yet in bloom, I noticed a bird’s nest. When I took a closer look, I saw it was perfectly finished, undamaged and as yet unused. I marveled at the precision and skill of that simple bird whose identity was still unknown to me. I decided not to mention anything to Brad, my gardener, because I knew there was not much he could do about the noise level while he cut the grass. Hoping for the best, I crossed my fingers and continued my garden work.

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Winter 2021

Majh, My Buffalo

PARVEEN KAUR ❏ “Oh, my God! Look at her, you have given birth to the ugliest girl on earth,” said my father’s mother, Karam Kaur, when I was born. My mother Pushpa was only twenty. She had a two-year-old toddler, Minna. Pushpa was young, hopeful and a day dreamer. She had a son already; now she wanted a daughter. All through her nine months of pregnancy, she dreamt of having the most beautiful daughter who would look like the apsaras of Ajanta and Aalora caves. My mother was such a romantic.

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Winter 2021

The Great Debate

ISHRAT CHOWDHURY ❏ I was sitting in a quiet corner of a park, enjoying the cool breeze from the lake when I heard a hot debate from a nearby thick bush. I wondered who was there. I did not see any humans around. I was curious and listened keenly.

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