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Winter 2021

Her Happy Story

SAVITHRI DUDDU ❏ It was more than an hour Satya had been sitting in front of the computer to work on her new assignment of writing a happy story. Not even a word could be typed nor a joke could come across her mind to start. She switched off her phone, cleared her desk and got her cup of tea to get her going. Then she saw the sun set. How beautiful it was to watch the sun go down – from bright white to orange to pale yellow to nothing, all in few minutes.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

Winter 2021

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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.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

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.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

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.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

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.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

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.

MWG Editor November 20, 2021

Autumn 2021

For Equitable Representation

CHANDRAKANT SHAH ❏ I struggled for two years to bring diversity, equity and inclusion in the board and executive management of the Canadian Blood Services (CBS) as it lacked visible minorities. CBS is a publicly funded entity with the annual budget over one billion dollars. The board is appointed by the Corporate Board Members who are the Ministers of Health of all territories and provinces except Quebec.

MWG Editor August 16, 2021

Autumn 2021

Canada, My Home

ELIZABETH BANFALVI ❏ Canada, my country and home so free and beautiful. We have twenty percent of the world’s fresh water here. There are so many things we need to be grateful for in our wonderful country. I was born in Brantford Ontario beside the Six Nations Indian Reserve and was raised in my teen years in Azilda, close to Sudbury, Ontario.

MWG Editor August 16, 2021

Autumn 2021

Leaning into the Light

OLIVE HANNA ❏ Summer mornings are best enjoyed in a warm sunny garden. Add a cup of coffee and, for me, it feels like heaven. Sipping my way along the flower beds, I feel like a detective searching for evidence the perennials have made it through another winter. By mid-May, once the garden outline reappears, I happily settle into a feeling of relief and renewed expectation.

MWG Editor August 16, 2021

Autumn 2021

She Stoops to Conquer

SAVITHRI DUDDU ❏ The auto rickshaw had stopped at the perpendicular end of the road because the driver did not want to go the 15 meters further down since it was a short distance to walk. So, carrying my suitcase without wheels and a bag with fruits and vegetables native to my place, I walked to the house with an iron gate of a common man’s height that opened on the left-hand side. There was no lock. I took the latch handle and hit it hard against the iron. Tung! Immediately, there came a voice asking, “Who is it?” It was the familiar and dear voice everyone in our family waited to hear, the voice of my ammamma.

MWG Editor August 16, 2021

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