I had felt the presence of Jaini high in the mountains of Iran, along the shores of the Caspian…
Read MoreHow lonely my life could’ve been had I stuck to my culture which tells me to value the thick ties of family above all else...
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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 MoreEstablished in 1940 by two Sikh brothers as the India Tea House, it was renamed Pak Tea House after the partition. What was more significant than the small cups of sugary tea that were served, was that Pak Tea House signified freedom of thought and expression...
Read MoreIt was just after Nagano was chosen for the winter olympics that I suddenly was Mr. Popular. Did I have a spare bedroom? Could I show people around? “Paul, let’s talk after the reunion.” I left before the introductions were even made. That was the end of my high school connections...
Read MoreI easily adapted to the parts of her culture that were were new to me; I ate squid for the first time out of her lunch box and nodded with interest when she introduced me to weird-looking creatures she loved — the first Pokemon!
Read MoreWelcome to our latest theme!
We've been through a roller-coaster of bravery, fear, halal snack packs and ancient Pakistani tea houses over the last few weeks. It may sounds strange, but it was all part of the plan: this month, each writer's piece is inspired by an article that has been published with us before.
We are passionately curious about uncovering new links between us and we're confident our February discoveries won't disappoint.
We hope you enjoy our latest stories as much as we've loved writing them!
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Ava Senaratne
Editor-In-Chief
(From Sri Lanka, Dubai & Australia. Living in Melbourne)