[ad_1] A few months after my little boy turned three, we went to stay with Phuphee for a few weeks. He loved playing in her garden and we would go on all sorts of adventures in the apple orchard that sprawled behind the house. It was a wonderful time, or so it seemed until he […]
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[ad_1] I had just finished my first year at medical school, and was visiting Phuphee for the summer holidays. The days were hot but a constant breeze made the heat tolerable, even pleasurable at times. One such hot, breezy afternoon, an elderly gentleman and his wife arrived. When it was hot, Phuphee usually made ice […]
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[ad_1] One balmy July afternoon, a few weeks before I got married, two families from the village arrived at Phuphee’s house. We were sitting on the verandah, tumbling in and out of a light sleep after a heavy lunch of riste te paalak (meatballs with spinach) when we saw them walking towards us. The families […]
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[ad_1] ‘Power is balanced when repair is attempted at every rupture’ | Photo Credit: Illustration: Zainab Tambawalla I was in my early twenties when I got married. People often say that teenage years are difficult, but for me, most of my ludicrous ideas blossomed in my twenties. When I got married, I went in all […]
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[ad_1] ‘We are mostly the sum total of all the people we love and cherish, and some of us have more ingredients than others.’ | Photo Credit: Illustration by Zainab Tambawalla Ever since I can remember, I have struggled to make sense of relationships. All relationships. I feel there ought to be a rule book […]
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