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Z for Zulu, Z for Zero

Zero by itself isn’t much or rather is nothing, but put it along with another number and things dramatically change. And with each addition of a zero, the number increases by leaps and bounds. There’s more to a zero then it’s zilch.

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Y for Yankee, Y for Yummy

I am almost at the end of my A to Z Challenge with just ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ left now. And Y and Z fall into the ‘difficult to find words, wait for divine inspiration’ category. So I duly waited for that stroke of enlightenment, that spotlight of sunshine…

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X for X-ray, X for X-factor

My life in all about the x-factor, the unscheduled power-cuts and the unplanned movies. And happiness seems to be all about celebrating the x-factor. 🙂

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W for Whiskey, W for Wisdom

I remember the first time I came across the Serenity Prayer, it was way back in school on a bookmark sold by the Sisters at the annual charity book sale. I bought the bookmark and still have it somewhere buried in all my treasures…

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V for Victory, V for Vitality

The dictionary defines vitality as ‘the state of being strong and active; energy.’ And the first example that comes to mind of someone like this is ‘Moms’. But how do Mom’s stay mostly healthy? How do them have so much energy? How do they pack so much into their every day?

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U for Uniform, U for Unique

I think I am unique, but so does everyone else. Then, what’s the big deal about being unique. Why should I care about being unique?

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T for Tango, T for Time-out

We woke up to a cool morning with cloudy skies and an intermittent drizzle. It was a lovely day after all the sun we’ve had lately. A day of cold winds bearing a fine mist of water that invited a time-out. It was an excellent day to play.

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S for Sierra, S for Silence

Silence is golden they say, maybe that is why it seems so loud sometimes. Keeping quiet doesn’t come naturally to me, I have always been a talkative one. Haughty strangers may make me shut-up sometimes, but most times people around me pray for me to shut-up. 😀

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R for Romeo, R for Rastafarian

Day 61 - Rasta

We have this little Rastafarian doll at home that I really like. He’s a constant companion sitting on a ladder near my table. We’ve had him for a while now but I’ve never given thought to rastafarianism, comfortable in the cocoon of ignorance. So, today’s the day! 🙂

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