It is more entertaining to hate than to love. This may at first appear to be incongruous to claimed purposes of this column – that of providing occasional...
Author - Jai Murugan
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(dice)
These days it’s hard to remember half the players on the home team, let alone another 29. Leave that to the ice-game enthusiasts who do convoluted...
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(Team)
There were usually the four brothers, the minimum number to pick two teams and have a game. The Imaginary brothers stayed away for fear of not being accepted...
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(Seal)
My often too-real-for-comfort, but imaginary friend Kate absolutely hates seals. She believes they’re yappy, yippy smooth-skinned and stupid. They stick...
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(wisp)
She, the whisper fairy, was against merriment of the exciting unethical kind, not that I generally minded. Some days I reflect how it was Mother that put gave...
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(clef)
Haters of music of the variety taught in school take solace in the clef, for it provides the catalyst for mental doodle of daydreams – visiting music...
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(Tank)
My imaginary pal Feather and his younger brother River fancied fishing in the horse tank, a most unsuitable name, as we didn’t have horses. Cow tank...
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(Grit)
Canada thistle has grit – not quite the diversified variety of grit that its distant cousin the dandelion has, but still deserving of many a weed...
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(Wide)
“Sorry, Mister, I can’t,” I tried to mumble. He wasn’t listening. It was dismal enough being there in any situation, let alone having...
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(Lily)
I looked forward to greeting the lilies each day. “My my, aren’t you looking dainty today? You’re absolutely dazzling! Those tiny pollen...
