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How I learnt to love an aunt who has forgotten me

By Anamika Chatterjee

From a fairly young age, I knew I would never be short of mothers. Not because I was surrounded by warm and loving ladies, but because my mother’s standing instructions were to suffix the word ‘ma’ whenever my brother and I addressed our paternal and maternal aunts. Why? Because that’s what good Bengali kids from good Bengali families living outside Bengal did. This is how my elder uncle’s wife became Jethi-ma and my younger uncle’s wife became Kaki-ma. My brother, an obedient son, complied; I was reluctant. Ma, to me, wasn’t a nomenclature, it was a distinction that had to be earned. The only aunt I was happy to anoint ‘Ma’ was my father’s elder (and only) sister, aka Pishi-ma.

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Passing A Levels with study, breaking rules and… an angel

By Rohma Sadaqat

I like to indulge myself in a little activity when I am feeling low. All it requires is my laptop and a cup of green tea. Said items procured, I will then spend the next hour scrolling through all of the latest social media posts, videos and news articles that I can find on little acts of kindness. It’s easy to get lost in all the positivity that you find when going through compilations under the hashtag ‘faith in humanity restored’. Judging by the number of comments and views on each post, I am certain that I am not the only one who enjoys this little indulgence.

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The barber who wanted to make me look like Shakespeare

By Suresh Pattali

literally launched myself onto the lofty chair, the only one vacant in the salon, and looked around to see who was going to serve me. I panned my eyeballs across the place. The ambiance was hair-raising. The six-chair shop with seamless black-and-white decor, including large elliptical mirrors with LED-illuminated frames, lent credence to the hues of business that happened inside: hair — black or gray.

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It rained this day, that year

By Enid Grace Parker

Recently, a radio station I was  tuned into played a song dating back to 1989; that got me nostalgic and I wondered — what was I up to on this particular day 30 years ago? A quick Google check informed me that it had been a Saturday, which means I would have been in school (we had only Fridays off back then). Just for fun, and because I love going down memory lane, I tried to piece together what might have transpired on that day.

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