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November 11, 2024

Politeness or servitude? Rethinking 'thank you' and 'sorry' in everyday life

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The other day, I found myself reflexively saying “thank you” to a friend for something incredibly small—something that hardly required ackno...
November 08, 2024

The price of discovery; balancing curiosity with caution

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I recently found myself reading about some of history’s greatest scientific pioneers. I was initially drawn in by their groundbreaking disco...
May 18, 2023

The museum of almosts

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In the heart of a bustling city, hidden amidst the hustle and bustle, there stood a peculiar building known as "The Museum of Almosts....
November 06, 2022

Book review: ‘Ladies Tailor’ by Priya Hajela

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First and foremost, I must apologise to the author and to Blogchatter for this excruciatingly late review.  There is a backstory to this del...
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July 17, 2022

#BlogchatterBlogHop: 'An impossible dilemma' (a poem)

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If I were told to choose just one A sheer case of 'all or none' Between to read a book or to write It would have been a terrible fig...
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July 11, 2022

#BlogchatterBlogHop: 'The traveller' - a short story.

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The last thing I remember was gazing into the abyss when I lost  control and slipped. By the time I regained consciousness, I found myself s...
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July 04, 2022

#BlogchatterBlogHop: Message in a bottle (a short story)

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Roxanne was strolling  languidly on the beach  when she noticed something glinting. At first she assumed it was flotsam. But curiosity drew ...
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June 30, 2022

#CauseAChatter: 'Cobalt Blue' - a movie on gender identity and some afterthoughts.

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The month of June is commemorated as Pride Month, a month that is celebrated world wide, with LGBTQ+ friendly cities sporting rainbow parade...
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"Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. " -Mary Elizabeth Frye
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