Nostalgia
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Akka, Amma, Boomer
The first time someone called me Amma, I was buying coriander. This felt about right. Nobody becomes Amma doing anything dignified. You don’t walk out of a boardroom and get addressed as Mother. Unless the boardroom is full of twenty-year-olds, for whom Mother is now the highest compliment going. Said over coriander, it is not… Continue reading
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The Lives I Didn’t Live (But Asked AI To Render Anyway)
AI-generated image: my mother and me at the Taj Mahal, a trip we never took. Forgive me, for I have mid-journeyed. I asked the machine to bring my grandmother back, not as she was when she died.. frail, sharp, and opinionated, but as a young woman standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, a place… Continue reading
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