The earliest memory of me actively rejecting romantic love was in middle school. When I saw how nosy, gossipy and intrusive all my classmates became if anyone decided to date, I resolved to not be a part of this experience altogether…Read More
On the silted shores of that Kashmiri lake from my childhood - my shoes slowly ruining in the slush of snow, mud and plum blossoms - I stood beside the houseboat we were staying in (which once hosted Henry Kissinger). That was the month Indira Gandhi was voted out and my whole family got stuck in India.Read More
With the whole of my heart (and my guts), I believe that your accent is fine just the way it is. There isn't really a right way to say 'tomato'. While you can't expect others to agree with your cultural identity, you can expect people to respect it...Read More
He’s got 6 months if we don’t operate. One year, probably two if we do, but no guarantee…Read More
I was five when I fell in love. That instantaneous, all consuming, hard-to-breathe kind of love…Read More
So, in the end, I’m alone. Although I have no intimate relationships with anybody at the moment, I find that I don’t particularly miss that. I’d rather be alone than settle for less than what I feel that I deserve...Read More
I find it hard to reach out to my colleagues. In my Australian culture, grief is largely seen as a private affair, punctuated by long and absent silences. Needing a national ‘Are you OK’ day says a lot about us, and how hard it is to have conversations outside socially acceptable boundaries...Read More
“They’re not even like real men, Ava! They’re all hairless under their shirts. Come on! It’s gross!” I remember zipping my lips shut right after my mate yipped that particularly distasteful ‘observation’ at me,..Read More
Teach your children, parents, sisters and friends the value of self love…
Oh, yes, and back in the 1990s your only choices in Japan were condoms and foaming spermicide strips that looked like breath freshener film. It was pretty grim…Read More
I gently removed something from his black hair and studied his handsome face carefully. He was no longer the boy I was sweet on. He was now the well-read and intelligent young man I spent a decade loving with ease...Read More
Send your favorite writer a Valentine's Day message!Read More
For many years, I felt relationships were momentary, and the TCK call to chart new territories meant romantic relationships ended with national boundaries. This left me feeling hollow, with a gaping lack of fulfilment...Read More
They are not my journals capturing my innermost thoughts from year to year, but were gifted to me between cities, countries and oceans. Each page is a message of parting ways, of luck, of advice or of hope...Read More
I visit my grandad’s grave and give unrequited apologies to a piece of stone – forever an unforgiving experience...Read More
Welcome to our next theme!
The tumultuous world we are currently living in has spurred us to meet misunderstanding and miseducation with compassion and hope. This month, we are writing about cross-cultural moments that inspired great love, affection and admiration in our fellow human.
It has not been an easy task, but we are proud of the result - a body of work containing wonderful stories of true gratitude and honest connections with the people of the world.
(From Sri Lanka, Dubai & Australia. Living in Melbourne)
I distinctly remember feeling inspired by the idea of the young, reckless love depicted in the movie, which was swiftly followed by utter mortification at the scenes showing physical intimacy. I was a product of a Pakistani, Muslim household, and any form of physical contact with the opposite sex was severely frowned upon.Read More