This is also one of my earliest song memories. I was four and we (my mom, my dad, and my aunt Vinni) were driving along the motorway to the airport for my first holiday abroad, to Salou and Barcelona.I remember hearing this song in my head throughout the trip; my memories of it are beautifully… Continue reading Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.
* I carry in my face the same disquiet as my grandmother.The same clenched tension in the jaw,teeth pressed together like they're mouldingindents in clay- When I took this photograph, I felt like I was smiling. I was calm, content, felt softly sparked throughout: I guess my head is as a bulb with a burnt… Continue reading Cara: A Portrait.
Saturday, the 5th of March, 2001. An eleven-year-old girl is staying at her mom's- well, her grandparents' (mother's parents)- house, where they have lived for a number of years since her parents split up, and later, divorced. I think it was four years in total- mom moved into her house, if I recall correctly, in… Continue reading Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period
Nostalgia is an incredibly personal, piercing pain. I had on the radio earlier and heard 'Dead From The Waist Down' by Catatonia (between 15:30 and 15:35): it was introduced as one of their less-played tracks, perhaps it is now, but I remember hearing it quite frequently when it was out. I was a child in… Continue reading Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.
This is the face of a third-generation British Indian. This is MY face. My full name is Ciona Bhachu Nankervis. My forename was picked out of a magazine by my aunt in 1989, the origin of which still mystifies me, my now middle name is my maiden name, the only nominal indicator of my Punjabi… Continue reading Britishness, Race And Identity: Let’s Talk
As I begin writing the review of this month, there are still three days left of it until its close for this year. It is 18:14 on a Saturday evening and I am sipping on a homemade hot chocolate, which consists of half a mini Crunchie bar and a clatter of milk chocolate drops into… Continue reading February
The inception of 2017 came to be a largely unsettled one. The month that is viewed by so many with such repeated apprehension and unease chuntered languidly along like a freight train, defining its seemingly perpetual presence, as it does every year. To me, this new year anxiety is always completely inane. It is thoroughly… Continue reading January
I don't really know where exactly to begin on this subject. The content is such that it is involving and encompassing and its details cannot be discussed without completely committing yourself to them and accepting the emotional nakedness that is required to understand them- all pretenses and façades must be checked at the door in… Continue reading Humanity Absolute: The Truth In Love Outside Of Conventional Love