Awanthi Vardaraj

In Her Own Words

The Daddy Doll

The Daddy Doll -

When I was five years old, I was given my very first dolls house. It came with a set of dolls house dolls who lived in it, and it was as tall as I was, had pink and white furniture, […]

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The Good China

  I was sitting down to my tea the other day (a revered ritual) when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and found my frazzled neighbour at the door. She had a couple of hours without her daughters, […]

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An Afternoon Spent With Paper Photographs

  There is an old shoe box that dwells on the top shelf of my closet. It is where paper photographs of my childhood reside. I spent a part of the afternoon sitting cross-legged on the floor of my closet, […]

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Aung San Suu Kyi

The ties that bind – the daughter of Burma (For Aung San Suu Kyi) Confined only by the letter, millions breathe your spirit every day. Flying free in the shadow of the gun, keeper, mother, leader of a people you […]

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Two Homes

For some reason, people think it’s incredibly romantic when I tell them that my soul belongs to two countries.   It’s hard for people to understand that I don’t belong in terms of nationality, either. In terms of nationality, I […]

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Occupation: Writer

Occupation: Writer ~

Sometime ago someone I barely knew asked me what I did for a living, and I replied that I was a writer. She looked sceptical and informed me that I couldn’t call myself a writer unless I’d been published. She […]

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Blah Blah Blah

There’s been so much noise in my life lately. I don’t mean actual noise – that’s not something you get a lot of when you live alone with two cats. Cats are restful creatures, which is one of the most […]

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The Death of Sunshine

His name was Aditya. When I spoke to him, that’s the name I used. Aditya, the sun. He was my sunshine, for the few months that I knew him. He gave me hope for a future that I never thought […]

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Top Gear’s India Special

I admit it: I adore Top Gear. I’ve always loved cars (I’m convinced that this is genetic, and that I inherited it from my grandfather and my mother), and the combination that is James May, Jeremy Clarkson, and Richard Hammond […]

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Let’s Kill Cupid (Cupido Cruciator)

Cupido Cruciator In that ‘blest Elysian ground’ which Virgil describes (where the saddened lovers are shaded by myrtle), the heroines are conducting their rites, each one with some sign of the death she died. They wander about in a dank forest […]

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