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I live with the most soft spoken and timid girl ever. I have never heard her voice go above a certain decibel, and she’s caring and nurturing. She makes me tea when I have a bad day, and she hugs me when I complain about the said day. She says please, and thank you. She cuts…
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This classmate I grabbed coffee with puts his arms around my shoulders as we wait for the next tram.It’s 2 degrees, the dutch wind is crazy, and my face is freezing. I’m wearing three layers including my cosiest winter jacket, and as I feel the weight of his arm through all those layers, I am…
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I turned 22 years old this month and life has been overwhelming. Maybe not as much as I make it to be in my mind, but you see, I am an adult now and I strive to be a good one. Who you are when you’re born is innate, natural, biological. Your brain is wired…
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Kids who move abroad, leaving behind their families, their friends, the language they have spoken their entire life, their culture and their festivals learn to live with the shadows of nostalgia constantly following them. I am one of those kids and this blog is slowly turning into diary entries I make to log my living…
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Hello my dearest readers, I am so sorry for the radio silence. No I haven’t lost my love for oversharing, I was only recovering from an academic year of adulting. I was marinating in my mother’s hugs and relishing my father’s foot rubs. I was gaining some weight from all the delicious food and losing…
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માં તે માં બીજા વગડાના વા My nani– my mother’s mother was unwell for many many years before she moved on to the world above. I was 13 and my mother had turned 43 years old precisely that day. We were actually having her birthday cake when we got the unfortunate call. It has been…
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Back home, touching your elders’ feet means seeking their blessings. You bow down, sometimes partially to only reach their knees out of laziness and sometimes completely to touch both their feet with both your palms, they place their right hand on your head and whisper the sweetest blessings.If it is your birthday, they wish you…
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Why does heartbreak make us so bitter? So petty? Vindictive?Once we get hostile from all the anger, where does all the love go? Mehdi Hassan plays faintly in the background as I sit in the dark. The whisky crawls through my veins, numbing the noises in my head and making the tips of my fingers…
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I recently finished my honours programme at university. It was a 5-month long course for which 20 students were chosen. Starting from the selection process until our final symposium a few days ago, everything in honours was linked to storytelling. Stories were the central theme of the programme: Europe and its Stories for the first…
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On some days life seems unreal, love is endless, and dreams are all so tangible. You wake up on the right side of the bed. The sun is shining and you can hear birds chirping. Your skin is glowing from the skincare last night and your coffee is ready exactly when your bread pops out…
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