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 Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Script
  Posted: May 7, 2020      Views: 89

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AMADA 
Amada is a "word" collector. She does her bit in prose and poetry. She has been visually impaired for the last two years; she reads and writes with the help of special equipment. Nothing can deter her from writing.;;
She is a wife and the mother - more...

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A little sweetness in difficult times.
"A Cup of Sugar" by amada



A CUP OF SUGAR

As corona virus continues its rampant spread of disease and distress, this sunlit day, in a defiant mood, resolute and restless, I step outside my home to take a walk around my neighborhood.

This morning the street shines under a radiant blue mantle; however, the long street is still. A soft breeze caresses the lustrous asphalt, and there is not one soul outside.

I hear the melodious chant of waves; there is a vast and vibrant sea just beyond the street, the waves slap on the sand in a joyous ramp, but there is no one to hear its chant.

On my left, alone and still, a resplendent house sits in the midst of a verdant yard; the coquette white fence is barred... At its side, however, lies a rectangular handwritten sign that seems to shout: "WELCOME TO OUR HOME." My heart jumps in delight, and all of a sudden, the world becomes right.

I feel that the sign is a personal invitation to me to step in....

" My imagination ignores the heavy brown door sealed under a massive bronze lock, and I see myself been greeted by a gracious lady in a thick pink robe and lazy curlers in her white hair, she would take me to a sunny kitchen with rose pink wallpaper, and to sit at a table with a ruffled jade color mantle, and in the air, the exquisite aroma of just-baked blueberry muffins.

For a while, I relish the memory of old neighborhoods, when houses and hearts were easy to reach, just like extending our hand to our next-door neighbor, and borrowing a cup of sugar, in a freelance smile. ..


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A few lines remembering those carefree times. Thank you for reading and your suggestions.
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