Cultural Adaption

Embracing the newness a new country a new culture..beautifully wriiten by Ian, must read

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Ahmed gazed with astonishment at the children of the family next door playing in their front yard. He was aware the name of the game in English was basketball.

Since his family had moved into the neighbourhood from the detention centre where refugees had been processed over countless months he’d lost track of time, and troubles in his homeland were beginning to fade from his memory. He’d constantly pestered his father during that period of detention asking why they had to be locked up and unable to move out of that guarded area. His father told him it was for their protection, but Ahmed could not understand why when he could catch glimpses of people moving freely outside without any obvious concern.

Later he would understand why that long and dangerous trek over mountains and out of his country and then the boat trip to another country was because it…

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Tailor- The Daily Post

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Tailor- The Daily Post

The tailor master Fakku mian’s shop was just opposite to our house.

We were separated by playgrounds, on both side and Highway in between.

I remember watching him stitching clothes since I was four years old.

It was interesting watching him running the sewing machine so fast. Everyone addressed him as tailor master.

My mother used to send me with material to stitch frocks, pajamas or whatever with full instructions. He would follow them exactly except when it came to us three sisters’ frocks. Frills from neck to waist, well not exactly down to waist, and covering knees.

No argument there. Mother used to alter them according to her taste, to please us, which was not much different from him. 

It was same till I started stitching my clothes myself but still under mother’s strict observation.

No tight fitting or above knee dresses were allowed. Anyway…

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A Letter to my Son with Autism

Do read this Beautiful heart touching letter from a Mother to her Son with Autism.

THE DAILY PROMPT – Voice Work

When asked – Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?
My Mom’s reply was My Dad. So agree with her choice. My Father Jyotirmoy Mukhopadhyay is a great orator.Over the years I have watched him make people laugh cry with him when he talks. Great Positive influence. He will do justice to the blog no doubt.
Both my parents are basically happy people, lovely to be around.. They are great, fight laugh share and spread happiness as much as possible. People love to share their stories with them, like to listen to what my father has to say about that.. Yup Good choice Ma.
As for me..my blog is to recorded into an audio book and I have to choose someone else!! Oh the horror lol
Thanks for visit. Have a great day. Love & Hugs 🙂

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THE DAILY PROMPT – Voice Work– Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?

Whenever my blog would be recorded into an audio book, my first and foremost choice to narrate my posts would be my life partner, Mr. Jyotirmoy Mukhopadhyay.

In my 45 years of marriage life I have watched hosting All India Ordnance Factories Meet at various stations wherever we were posted. He used to take part in various activities, hosting many events other than sports including running commentary of the shows.

His other activities include taking part in drama and other social functions on special occasions. He was always asked to be a narrator because of his wit, humour, voice modulation, in depth knowledge of the events and his perfect timing.

He was always keen…

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