I used to have two hamsters as pets. They were adorable creatures. Their little bodies and lovely expressions were incarnations of cuteness.

Nothing has meaning unless you love it.

As Mother expected, working at the supermarket was an eye-opener to me indeed.

While I was struggling for a choice, the exit opened and the old man got off. Looking at his back, I rued my indecision.

The teacher family seated across from me on the train was a clue to the answer.

I wished I had not contributed to her habit of copying, but it was too late.

If you had lived in our neighbourhood then, you would have witnessed an amazing scene where a little girl was shuffling about in a baby walker with a black dog around her.

My best memory of them was them watching TV over dinner, with me seated between them. At table they were helping me to this dish and that.

Grandpa had trouble hearing me clearly so he asked me to re-call him the next day. I said goodbye and hung up.

Last weekend, a new answer to the question presented itself.