The White Handkerchief

By Maugan P. Mosaid

 

After graduating from the primary grades, my parents enrolled me to the public central elementary school in the poblacion. For the first time, I saw the so-called outside civilization where houses were so close to one other. I had tasted a cold sweet tasting bottled liquid which they call lemonade. Everything was so new to me.

Retracing the past

By Gerry M. Edejer

I HAVE one lamp by which i have been guided. This is the lamp of experience — the accumulated past consisting of the various things and activities that we have gone through and that run the gamut of our successes and failures in life.

At the bonus age of 77, it is inevitable to look back and ponder. I have flashbacks. Sometimes, the flashbacks come in dreams, sometimes they come with people I meet or with an event in the unfolding present. And in those moments,