Becky Blab

I turned 30 on Monday. While I used to wonder why people felt shy about announcing their age, I think I’m beginning to understand. As I approached this milestone last week, I began to feel more like I was marching to the grave than I ever have before. It wasn’t necessarily scary, but it made [...]

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I was sitting at the desk when I felt the earthquake; my chair was rocking slightly. Even though I knew distinctly that I felt something, and instinctively thought it was an earthquake, I tried tricking myself into thinking it was just a truck outside making the building vibrate. I got up to look out the window, [...]

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Today is the 90th day since I submitted my application to receive a Person of Indian Origin (PIO) card. And no, this is not cause for celebration. Ninety days is supposedly the maximum limit to wait for a certain police check, but I haven’t heard any word. Am I surprised? No. Am I frustrated? Yes.

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Caught up in the race of cars, thoughts and rats. Continuous comparison, city life of crowds and competition no space to hear yourself think others breathing down your neck the heat grit smoke dust choking all life around. The seat of government and diplomacy, madness and no mercy. To thrive: a miraculous task; most just [...]

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Via Feministing.

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