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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By Disha Didlani
A lot changes when you journey from the role of an intern to an employee. It can be challenging and fun — greater responsibilities, team lunches, higher expectations, and a work station of your own.
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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.
Continue reading Passing A Levels with study, breaking rules and… an angel
By Suresh Pattali
I 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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By Kirstin Bernabe
“Will we tell our children that we were cheaters? That we cheated on our now-exes just so we could be together?”
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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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By Ryan Lim
Meeting the Pope in person was an experience I thought would be impossible to achieve. Until now, I still could not believe that four years ago I had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not just to see but also kiss the hand of Pope Francis, the Supreme Pontiff and head of the Catholic Church.
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