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  • When I was still in my parents home, most Sunday morning before church we would have bread with our home-made plum jam mother made. 
Mother’s plum jam was my favourite while growing up.However, over time she stopped making it.
I could never asked her why?
The plum trees in stillness bear its fruits in abundance  like every other year.
Maybe,because we moved away and the very notion  of making jam reminded her about us.
Its been over a decade I left home and all these while mother’s plum jam for breakfast on a quotidian Sunday morning is what I long for.
It seems the ritual of having bread and mother’s plum jam echoes only in my memory.
Sometimes we would complain( most of the time) that the pastor’s Sunday morning sermon  was interminable and how he wasn’t considerate enough for the children who were attending the congregation. I wanted to advise my pastor to divaricate  his sermon in parts and present it in instalments, for he would talk for 2 hours and over and my hunger pangs wouldn’t concur with him.  I’m sure I will be forgiven  for I was only 7 then.
Post lunch while mother gets us dressed, we would impetuously recite the Bible verse we learned in church that morning and rush to the living room to catch the exclusive Fairy tale episode which aired only on Sundays. Silence was what we prayed for but nature  won’t let me have my way.
Often we would  hear flutter of sparrows scratching our tin shed roof, some days they would delicately hop while some days the cacophony of their chirp and hopping around was unpardonable, those uncivil abrading movement of the six inch feet would help me decide how hot the day would be and it has always been faultless . Their sport would let me decide if I would take my parasol to Sunday school. How we loved our good old Sunday’s.
While mom learned cooking only after her marriage, but she was good in making refreshments. She experimented and now she is as good as Jamie Oliver. My aunt would joke till now and refers to her food  as the perfect unseasoned dish, despite it all we all love our mother’s cooking. Those perfect unseasoned dish are often the ones we often miss.
To people away from home, what do you miss the most?
  • When I was still in my parents home, most Sunday morning before church we would have bread with our home-made plum jam mother made.
    Mother’s plum jam was my favourite while growing up.However, over time she stopped making it.
    I could never asked her why?
    The plum trees in stillness bear its fruits in abundance like every other year.
    Maybe,because we moved away and the very notion of making jam reminded her about us.
    Its been over a decade I left home and all these while mother’s plum jam for breakfast on a quotidian Sunday morning is what I long for.
    It seems the ritual of having bread and mother’s plum jam echoes only in my memory.
    Sometimes we would complain( most of the time) that the pastor’s Sunday morning sermon was interminable and how he wasn’t considerate enough for the children who were attending the congregation. I wanted to advise my pastor to divaricate his sermon in parts and present it in instalments, for he would talk for 2 hours and over and my hunger pangs wouldn’t concur with him. I’m sure I will be forgiven for I was only 7 then.
    Post lunch while mother gets us dressed, we would impetuously recite the Bible verse we learned in church that morning and rush to the living room to catch the exclusive Fairy tale episode which aired only on Sundays. Silence was what we prayed for but nature won’t let me have my way.
    Often we would hear flutter of sparrows scratching our tin shed roof, some days they would delicately hop while some days the cacophony of their chirp and hopping around was unpardonable, those uncivil abrading movement of the six inch feet would help me decide how hot the day would be and it has always been faultless . Their sport would let me decide if I would take my parasol to Sunday school. How we loved our good old Sunday’s.
    While mom learned cooking only after her marriage, but she was good in making refreshments. She experimented and now she is as good as Jamie Oliver. My aunt would joke till now and refers to her food as the perfect unseasoned dish, despite it all we all love our mother’s cooking. Those perfect unseasoned dish are often the ones we often miss.
    To people away from home, what do you miss the most?
  • 558 20 24 March, 2019
  • 🇮🇹 After 14 hours of travel, we only intended to see a couple of famous sites yesterday, but to our surprise it’s remarkably easy to wander through Rome, and even easier to stumble across ancient and historic landmarks. Literally everywhere you turn there’s something beautiful and significant to see. We basically walked around with our jaws hanging open the entire time. We are so exited to be here! 🇮🇹
**side note: we need a hashtag, any suggestions? 
#rometrip #italy2018 #siblingstrip #weneedahashtag
  • 🇮🇹 After 14 hours of travel, we only intended to see a couple of famous sites yesterday, but to our surprise it’s remarkably easy to wander through Rome, and even easier to stumble across ancient and historic landmarks. Literally everywhere you turn there’s something beautiful and significant to see. We basically walked around with our jaws hanging open the entire time. We are so exited to be here! 🇮🇹
    **side note: we need a hashtag, any suggestions?
    #rometrip #italy2018 #siblingstrip #weneedahashtag
  • 143 10 22 May, 2018

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  • When I was still in my parents home, most Sunday morning before church we would have bread with our home-made plum jam mother made. 
Mother’s plum jam was my favourite while growing up.However, over time she stopped making it.
I could never asked her why?
The plum trees in stillness bear its fruits in abundance  like every other year.
Maybe,because we moved away and the very notion  of making jam reminded her about us.
Its been over a decade I left home and all these while mother’s plum jam for breakfast on a quotidian Sunday morning is what I long for.
It seems the ritual of having bread and mother’s plum jam echoes only in my memory.
Sometimes we would complain( most of the time) that the pastor’s Sunday morning sermon  was interminable and how he wasn’t considerate enough for the children who were attending the congregation. I wanted to advise my pastor to divaricate  his sermon in parts and present it in instalments, for he would talk for 2 hours and over and my hunger pangs wouldn’t concur with him.  I’m sure I will be forgiven  for I was only 7 then.
Post lunch while mother gets us dressed, we would impetuously recite the Bible verse we learned in church that morning and rush to the living room to catch the exclusive Fairy tale episode which aired only on Sundays. Silence was what we prayed for but nature  won’t let me have my way.
Often we would  hear flutter of sparrows scratching our tin shed roof, some days they would delicately hop while some days the cacophony of their chirp and hopping around was unpardonable, those uncivil abrading movement of the six inch feet would help me decide how hot the day would be and it has always been faultless . Their sport would let me decide if I would take my parasol to Sunday school. How we loved our good old Sunday’s.
While mom learned cooking only after her marriage, but she was good in making refreshments. She experimented and now she is as good as Jamie Oliver. My aunt would joke till now and refers to her food  as the perfect unseasoned dish, despite it all we all love our mother’s cooking. Those perfect unseasoned dish are often the ones we often miss.
To people away from home, what do you miss the most?
  • When I was still in my parents home, most Sunday morning before church we would have bread with our home-made plum jam mother made.
    Mother’s plum jam was my favourite while growing up.However, over time she stopped making it.
    I could never asked her why?
    The plum trees in stillness bear its fruits in abundance like every other year.
    Maybe,because we moved away and the very notion of making jam reminded her about us.
    Its been over a decade I left home and all these while mother’s plum jam for breakfast on a quotidian Sunday morning is what I long for.
    It seems the ritual of having bread and mother’s plum jam echoes only in my memory.
    Sometimes we would complain( most of the time) that the pastor’s Sunday morning sermon was interminable and how he wasn’t considerate enough for the children who were attending the congregation. I wanted to advise my pastor to divaricate his sermon in parts and present it in instalments, for he would talk for 2 hours and over and my hunger pangs wouldn’t concur with him. I’m sure I will be forgiven for I was only 7 then.
    Post lunch while mother gets us dressed, we would impetuously recite the Bible verse we learned in church that morning and rush to the living room to catch the exclusive Fairy tale episode which aired only on Sundays. Silence was what we prayed for but nature won’t let me have my way.
    Often we would hear flutter of sparrows scratching our tin shed roof, some days they would delicately hop while some days the cacophony of their chirp and hopping around was unpardonable, those uncivil abrading movement of the six inch feet would help me decide how hot the day would be and it has always been faultless . Their sport would let me decide if I would take my parasol to Sunday school. How we loved our good old Sunday’s.
    While mom learned cooking only after her marriage, but she was good in making refreshments. She experimented and now she is as good as Jamie Oliver. My aunt would joke till now and refers to her food as the perfect unseasoned dish, despite it all we all love our mother’s cooking. Those perfect unseasoned dish are often the ones we often miss.
    To people away from home, what do you miss the most?
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  • 🇮🇹 Ogni volta che visitiamo Roma, facciamo una passeggiata serale nella città eterna. Il Pantheon di sera è un altro spettacolo mozzafiato. Ci torniamo  presto. 🇪🇸 Cada vez que visitamos Roma, hacemos una caminata nocturna en la ciudad eterna. El Panteón de noche es otra vista impresionante. Regresaremos pronto. 🇬🇧 Every time we visit Rome, we have our evening walk in the eternal city. The Pantheon at night is another impressive view. We will return soon.
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