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The 10 Phases of an International Student Abroad

I wrote this a couple of years ago while doing my Master’s away from home. I was alternatively homesick and jubilant. That’s what student life does to you…

Continue Reading 26 Dec 2016

Chase me with a doll'

I was 7 when you came to see us. You, a visiting relative, came stocked with sweets, toys and tales aplenty. My brothers and I loved you, for you added colour to our bleak, dusty existence. You enthralled us with stories from- what was to us, the biggest wonder in the world- the city. Rapt, we would listen when you described the big buses which can carry A Lot of...

Continue Reading 25 Dec 2016

Profile of a Granduncle

My granduncle (uppapa) is one of the most charming and inspiring person I know. Now 85, he’s one of the most energetic people around. At 6ft, my uppapa stands tall in my childhood memories. I remember him as someone who’s always on the move, always occupied. For the brief moments he was not doing something, or helping someone out, or treating his patients, he could be found relaxing in the...

Continue Reading 24 Dec 2016

I orbit the universe

My skin is a wheatish brown

Continue Reading 23 Dec 2016

She was born a girl.

I’d like to apologize

Continue Reading 18 Dec 2016

Languages .

Something that all languages have in common is that they all possess reservoirs of lethal words designed to hurt. Often these words might not be dangerous by themselves, but when coupled with a harsh tone and dressed in resentment, they are more hurtful than physical blows.

Continue Reading 16 Dec 2016
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