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They are selling my ancestral house. My great-grandmother sold all her dowry to buy land in the city so she could help her newlywed husband find his calling. Madhu was a city gal who refused to settle for mediocrity. She held on to one piece of jewellery: her huge diamond studs. She loved them dearly,…
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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 dearest Margi Kiya, I hope you are happy wherever you are and at peace. We are good too. Life is moving pretty fast, there is so much happening that sometimes I forget to update you for weeks. Apologies. But I am assuming you are watching over my shoulder anyway, so you do know what’s…
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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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I sit at my study table in this tiny room I pay too much rent for,Writing my final essay for an Urban History Elective I am takingIt is about the gentrification of a neighbourhood in Rotterdam that I now identify as “my neighbourhood” after living here for not more than 7 monthsI have found the…
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I study marketing. I am truly obsessed with consumer behaviour patterns. During my summer internship as a content writer, I witnessed how brands use cognitive dissonance, so I tried writing about it. This is me trying to make my blog more than my diary entries. Tell me what you think? Human beings are too complex.…
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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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