Sea Elves of Myth - Coffee Time Reads

 A wedding or a birthday party is not only a celebration of the people concerned but also a platform to share the warmth of human bond. It is certainly a joyous occasion. But a recent family event I attended left me with a dollop of sourness tingling through my spine.  I am not unused to have the spot light on me all for wrong reasons while in public. As a child I have been targeted by both my friends and family for my not so conventional looks. My curly bobbed hair was a problem for many, while my slim figure, brand-named 'size zero' in the past decades caused problems for others. For a few both of these aspects created issues. It does not affect me much anymore; yet, I have been musing on addressing this behavior we exhibit as a society and my recent brush with a thorny tongue have prompted this post. If on this recent occasion I have been targeted for my slender stature, the same person about fifteen years ago on my son's baptism ceremony had lashed her tongue out at my ...

   Long long time ago, in a village far away lived a grandma. She lived in a farmhouse with lots and lots of animals and birds. In the mornings she woke up to the chirping and cawing of the birds that nestled in the trees of her front garden. Honey bees and butterflies buzzed around the flower beds throughout the day. Swans and ducks swam in the ponds while cows grazed the green pastures with herons alight on them. Grandma had a lot of farm land, with fields of paddy, coconut and coffee. Everyone adored her especially her grandchildren. They visited her during the summer and then grandma’s little cottage would wake up to a new kind of chirp, the chitter chatter of young children. They were a boy and a girl. Whenever the children visited, they accompanied grandma on her daily walks in the garden. They would go rambling through the meadows across the streams to the fields. One day as they were strolling through the fields, far away they saw a cow eating the paddy! The girl calle...