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Searching for Baldwin During Pride Month
The author takes a walk across bookstores in search for James Baldwin and for the metaphor it represents.
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Almost Matilda
Having read Dahl’s Matilda at 11 herself and then experiencing multiple cultures; the author goes through one end of the spectrum of not reading to the other end of the spectrum of becoming a bibliophile.
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The Heart is a City
The author’s experience of living in a new city is marred and streaked by the effect the city has on her, mentally as well as physically. She traverses the divide as best as she possibly can and finds herself short of being understood.
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Why I Grew Up Wishing My Mother Were Dead
The author undertakes an uncomfortable journey of acceptance and tells a tale of a tumultuous relationship she shares with her mother.
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In-between Emotions: A Triptych
The author translates, among other things, the relationship she shares with Bombay, the city of her birth; how she has accepted and made peace with the method in its madness.
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Bird House
The author goes through the pandemic along with a change of residence and lifestyle. A bird lover since childhood, she learns a lot more as she lives along side Woodpeckers and Hummingbirds.
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An afternoon at the Little Magazine Archive, Kolkata
TBR’s Managing Editor, Maitreyee Chowdhury, takes a trip to the Kolkata Little Magazine Archive in Tamer Lane, in the college Street area. She returned with a treasure trove worth of stories and anecdotes.
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Cut
Remember the gulf between who you are on the outside and who you are in the privacy of your skull? Yes, yes, you try to assimilate as best you can but you’re never quite…enough. While you know this is the case for most people, somehow, it causes you more problems than you will admit, perhaps because you’ve been raised to believe they’re character deficits and you can’t accept they define you.
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The Disappearing Cat Chronicles
Their catnaps were high-speed energy recharges. On cool days, they slept in either of two baskets alone or together. Most days, they found sunny or shady corners around the house. We once discovered them entwined to resemble a heart. They had a favorite conjoined twin pose where they slept with their heads against each other.
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The Scent of Lilacs
My childhood home may have been more than an ocean crossing away from the Adriatic. Nevertheless, in the house I grew up in just west of Lake Michigan, summers proved intensely humid; hence, my association of the season with the dizzyingly sweet fragrance of lilacs.
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Lives Are Measured
Another memory spreads across the field. My parents load me and my siblings into the brown GM van; we sleep on the 14-hour drive to our grandparents’ mountain town filled with lights and purple shadows and cowboys and scents of anise and Chex mix. The year I was born, my grandparents moved west for Grandpa’s job with the railroad.
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The Girls, The Ladies, The Rack
My best friend, Lee, and I have shared nearly 50 years of friendship. We have supported each other through childbirth, are godmothers to each other’s..
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Postcards
Before the 2021 fall election, I agreed to write messages on 100 postcards to a list of strangers in Virginia to encourage them to vote…
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Breaking Fast at the Baba’s Shrine
This piece by Ahsan Chowdhury resulted from his pilgrimage to Khwaja Baba’s shrine a few years ago.
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The Burial of the Dead/The Agony of the Living
2 APRIL is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain… What are the roots that..
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Leaving the Nest
My son and I tried to save a baby bird on our walk together. At a first glance, all we could understand was, that it..
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Even in the Rain
Failure draws at my life like a sucking well under troubled water; therefore, every journey I’ve ever taken is likened to a desperate breath I..
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The Yellow Canoe
Last Thursday, I came as close as I ever have to buying a canoe. It had been a long and less than productive day, and..
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It’s Always Cold in the Afternoon Sun
Colleen Maillet’s personal essay from the pandemic aims to alleviate the shame associated with substance abuse.
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Elegy
You are scrolling through social media when you see a post by one of those activism pages, the type you like to follow but never..
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Foreignness
This personal essay by Dina Hendawi explores the dilemma of feeling foreign everywhere, including the place we call ‘home.’
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The Map of my Mother Tongue
Damilola Oyedele’s essay explores language as both a barrier and a tether. Her accent and diction – influenced by the various Nigerian languages and dialects she speaks – shapes her interactions as an immigrant in the United States and South Africa, and tethers her to Nigeria, her home country.
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Walking: A Health Story
Although my mother could not control what I ate—at least, what I chose to gorge on while she worked—she could make me get up and..
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Longing for the Rain: Remembering the Cherrapunjee Summers
Sohra or Cherrapunjee—which we still fondly call the wettest place on earth—is my birthplace, where my ancestral home is, and though only tenants live in..