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City vs Country Life


Arj’s First Debate.  My youngest Arj was never short for words. He was in Year 3, his first ever debate was coming up. The topic was given out, at the beginning of the week.  “City vs Country Life” and Arj was for City.  This was all new for us.  Not sure if he was nervous, but I sure was.

Three on each side.  He is the last speaker.  I am going to be in trouble for embarrassing him, I was supposed to hold on till he turned 21, but hey I am the mother and I am allowed to.  He looked super cute, behind that desk.  His short legs barely touching the floor.  Cheeks brimming with a smile.  Best thing about that cheek is that brimming smile.

Arj was relentless.  He had an answer for everything,  No surprises there.  But it was when he said “city life is relaxing because in the city you have massage chairs”

City won.

Now, I have to pray that he doesn’t read the blog, else I will be moving to the country.

Today’s Word Prompt:  City




I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour.

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