Anger and me

My relationship with anger is several generations old. I inherited the gene for being hot, short, tempered from both my parents. The outcome wasn't a hot chick but a girl with a temper not measurable by any meter. Anger is one letter short of danger. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt The tradition of being short-tempered runs on my …

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I Swear

Never! Till date I have succeeded in resisting the temptation to swear in words of all forms. I mean both in spoken words and in writing. It's not that I never get frustrated, agitated or hurt. Neither am I too weak to retort back to express my anger. Call it my conditioning or flatter me by saying …

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Sparkling Clean

I was a normal child and a very normal teen until one day a bug bit me and infected me with a deadly disease. The disease of being a cleanliness freak. I would stay sad till all surfaces in sight were clean, spotless and sparkling bright. In no time my fanaticism changed to an Obsessive Compulsive …

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