Tag Archives: musing

Brussels, Lahore TV Dramas and Current Events


I have a hobby, or is it a compulsion, to do with watching box sets on television. Recently I have been both engrossed and then appalled by a docu-drama based on the life of Pablo Escobar. As the episodes progress … Continue reading

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The Narcissist


He always opened doors for ladies. and thanked you if you made him tea: in all the facile worlds he entered, he defined life’s mannered courtesies, but something in his bearing told you his instincts were all predatory. He swam through life’s corralled … Continue reading

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Love On A Train


I am the man you pass in corridors, or walk by on the street: an unassuming example of conformity, avoiding challenge if he can, and letting duty be his guide, rather than expression. A man who knows his wife, as much … Continue reading

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A Matter Of Appearances


I thought of a man who had the following dream. He went into a shop because he needed a suit for a wedding. The tailor listened to him carefully, nodding and taking notes before vanishing into the back of the … Continue reading

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A Glorious Man In Passing But Impossible to Live With


I remember those heady days when we first entered college, dropped our bags and said goodbye to our parents, after conversations filled with awkward love and soon-forgotton advice. I remember meeting my new roommates, and sharing stories and then drinks and nodding a … Continue reading

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Family Gatherings


I am well-supplied with sisters and one of them had a “milestone” birthday so her two daughters held a party at which cousins from far and wide, of various levels of connection turned up to wave the family flag and wish … Continue reading

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Life Without Fishing Nets


Those friendships we enjoyed, so casually, in a life, not overburdened with demands, allowed us room to celebrate with ease, a freedom we now find embalmed in photographs, and  some remaining artefacts. Me grinning with a new caught fish, the harbour as it once was, … Continue reading

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A Different Kind Of Crazy


You know the kind of girl, a wonder for a weekend, nightmare by a week. “I was her rock, her centre and her ballast” was what she called me,  within our first hour of meeting, lying in her bedroom, surrounded by a party, shortly … Continue reading

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Bloggers Being Helpful


  Alright, I’m loath to mention it, but that book I keep going on about, the book pictured  on the right side of this post is a constant source of worry to me. In the olden days, I understand, some … Continue reading

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Reflections in a Prison Cell


His life had been built on manners more or less, and some abilities, diffidently expressed, and a detailed crafted sense of what was right. He had a love of music, overriding in its intensity, because he knew that music never lies: … Continue reading

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