I can’t help it

... but I'm turning into my own mother more often that I would have liked to. That's when I pressed STOP. Before you read further, I'd recommend reading the earlier posts of this series. Please start here. The past two months have been heavy on introspection. They've been painful because of hurtful revelations yet fruitful …

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Fond Friendship Memories

I was in seventh standard when Aneeta (with a double 'e') joined our class around three months after the session started. Her father had recently been transferred to our city. On her first day in school, our class teacher introduced her saying she was a very bright student and had performed impressively well in the …

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