Tag: writing
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I have faint memories of lying in my childhood bed, in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, and pappa’s snoring kept me up. Our ceiling fan was off-white and had silver beads in the middle, which made a weird pattern when the fan was on a slow speed. I remember looking and…
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My father measures time with mogras. He goes to this public park to walk every evening Walks the same route, at the same time like clockwork Done that for about 16 years now And in one corner of the park, there are swings Where kids play Near the swings are some old benches where the…
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from the archives Ever since I moved to Rotterdam, I have had one close Indian friend who studies with me and a couple who lived in my building. One of them was Gujarati, which was just the best feeling ever because I never had to translate a single thought when talking to him, but they…
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