This difference between “I” and “Me” that I want to express here is not English grammatical explanation but the psychological and emotional narrative of our kindred bonds with my Mom. The life that is not ours but our Mom’s so…
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It was midnight in 1970; Sahib closed the door behind them and started walking towards his own house. He had left from “Rodriguez 402,” a decorated name of a small house that was legendary built since pre-Independence by the British….
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PVR and theaters are not running, temporarily stopped. But at this juncture, I am thinking of my past experience of movie watching as a single woman. It was a time when going to a theater was considered as weird and…
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Now when I am scribbling over the keyboard, with my spectacles on and wrinkles that are a display of my years of experience, I am hardly unaware that it is not a life that I had been living all through….
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