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The Singh Cycle
I met another Punjabi guy. Cue the symphony of moans, groans and sighs from those who…
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Tequila, tea or me
We all carry the salt-rimmed ghost of a night we’ve sworn to forget. Ask anyone and…
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Of Catholicism and love
I met a guy who questioned my faith. It started with me being more intentional with…
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The last “I love you”
Mummy and I do this thing: “Who’s mummy’s darling?” she would say. “Pig,” I would reply,…
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Hello World!
Welcome to WordPress! This is your first post. Edit or delete it to take the first…