Christmas will always be
As long as we stand
Heart to heart and,
Hand in hand
Dr.Seuss
Happy Holidays, my dear friends.
Thank you once more for your support,encouragement and,overflowing love.
Anita Bacha
Today’s Quote – Christmas by Dr.Seuss
Tag: Christmas
Today’s Quote – by- Nora Roberts
Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or , too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room – Nora Roberts
Good morning, my dear friends. Feeling Christmassy, I share my white Christmas tree with you.
Anita Bacha
Today’s Quote by Anita Bacha
Christmas time is to think of those who are alone at home and,to keep them in our prayers
Anita Bacha
Good morning, my dear friends
Happy Holidays
Xmas’s in the air – A haiku poem by Anita Bacha
Xmas’s in the air
Festive decorations herald
Love and forgiveness
Anita Bacha
Good evening,my dear friends. Let’s walk together the streets of Oxford Circus and enjoy a before taste of Christmas 2022.
Marrons Glacés 🌰
The woody scent of roast chestnuts fills my whole being again, after decades and so far away from Europe; I am at One Utama shopping mall in Kuala Lumpur; memories of my student days flashed back in front of my open eyes like a collage of eventful occurrences.
It was my first winter in London.
In those times,the days were extremely short and cold.Snow piled up in heaps on both sides of the roads as my friend,Baba, and I struggled to pave our way to Holborn tube station.
Curbed into two,shivering under my winter coat, a whiff of browning nuts made me jerk. I turned to my friend and asked –
” What’s the scent?’
“Roasting chestnuts” he replied, as he gestured with his chin at a black silhouette in the corner of the street.
I could vaguely make out,in the distance,whether it was a man or a woman, shabbily dressed, occupied in front of a stove of burning charcoals.A light smoke raised as a cloudy mist around the stove, danced playfully in the icy air.
We crossed the road.
The alluring scent of roast chestnuts swelled my nostrils.
Baba bought a small paper bag of piping hot chestnuts and ceremoniously offered it to me.
I tasted the first roast chestnut of my life and I spontaneously became fond of this soft and delightful delicacy.
Baba took up a job at Knightsbridge for end of term and Christmas vacation.
Among other lovely Christmas gifts, which he offered to me,I found a luxuriously wrapped box of ‘marrons glacés’ from Harrods.
After our law studies, we parted. We did not keep in touch but I still love chestnuts,roasted,candied or steamed.
It’s amazing how the sound of music or the whiff of a scent can bring to our mind souvenirs of cherished instances that we carry inside us and which,possibly none of us actually knows is there.
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 