Pamela Mungroo
Bio
A fledgling writer finding her voice and discovering new worlds.
Stories (3/0)
To a friend
Is this my guilt? I’ve never been good with friendships. Too many moments of being treated badly, being bullied and experiencing heart-breaking betrayal; but instead of understanding that not everyone is out to get me in some way, I unknowingly (at least then unknowingly, however, now knowingly) refused to recognise the good people that came into my life. My lack of trust ruined the potential best friend connections I was desperate to have. “Wouldn’t it be great for my soul if I were to lay all the blame at the feet of those that came into my life?” I thought. “Grow up” said my soul.
By Pamela Mungroo3 years ago in Humans
Where's the magic?
I was eight years old when I found out Father Christmas isn’t real. I remember the moment, the sounds and smells. The crackling notes of Christmas songs as the stylus jumped and bumped its way through the nicks and grooves of the vinyl record. The smell of freshly made mince pies and pine needles. Quiet voices and shuffling came from the sitting room as I sat on the stairs, looking through the wooden banisters.
By Pamela Mungroo3 years ago in Humans