Growing up multilingual was simultaneously a joyous and a messy affair. I spoke Konkani with my mother and her family; Marathi with my father and the other residents of my teeming city; and Hindi and English perhaps because almost every child raised in contemporary India will learn at least a proverbial few words of both … Continue reading can’t help but call all these words my own
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belgaum, by the window
journal entry: 03.12.21-05.12.21 This journal entry documents some of my thoughts during my stay with my grandparents in Belgaum, Karnataka; mostly as I sat at Abu's wooden desk, gazing at the lush green foliage sparkling in the sunlight beyond the window. You might have guessed that from the title. (: I try and keep my … Continue reading belgaum, by the window
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