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To migrant workers. And the sprawling cities they built, that couldn’t keep them safe.
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And while I want us to become great friends, a part of me will always hope we have a large generation gap.
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I’ve come to realise there are two kinds of unanswered phone calls. The ones that you ignore – that continue to ring endlessly until it is tossed callously into an answering machine. Leaving me to hastily disconnect the call before the ‘beep’. Or sometimes, when I’m feeling brave, to attempt to leave you a monologue…
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I’ve come to realize that defining moments rarely announce their arrival. Simply disguise themselves in our everyday lives, hiding in conversations, thoughts and hopes.
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I realise that the real family heirloom lies in our love for Bukowski, our passionate debates at dinner, Ammama’s home remedies for acne and the bedtime stories I’ll tell my children someday.
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Hello. My name is Kishan. I live in Rajendra Prasad Chawl, Dharavi. If you need to reach me, just ask where Kishan lives. You don’t need a house number. Everyone knows me. I work as a watchman at Ashish sir’s house. “Just call me Ashish” he says. But I call him Sir anyway. Apparently he’s…
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My mother always told me, Exfoliate. Moisturize. Wear sunscreen. It’s hard to say when it really was that I started caring about my looks. I forget what ran through my mind when I first stepped into a parlour and asked to get my eyebrows threaded. I forget if I was shy the first time I…
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28th January. We had one agenda. We spent our evening glued to our laptops. Offended. Disgusted. Amused. We watched the AIB Knockout right to the finish. Some of us, twice. This roast was the talk of the town. Over the last week, social media has been flooded with an outrage on the negative feedback that…
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Seems almost absurd now, that a world like this, could inspire poetry.
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That at the end of the day, few things taste will ever taste better than home, seasoned with a dose of bittersweet nostalgia.
Epiphany in the Cacophony 