Piece shortlisted for Wasafiri New Writing Prize 2012 (amended) My father told me a story, when I was perhaps too young to understand its import, about his emergency admission as a patient to the Hospital of Tropical Diseases in London. It was the ‘50s and he was an overseas student living far from his newly … Continue reading
A personal response to Mwana (an Ankur Production at the Traverse Theatre). Not a review I have, after many years, only recently started going to the theatre. I have seen two plays in the last two weeks. First Snookered (Tamasha Theatre Company), the second Mwana ; both at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh. The last play I … Continue reading
What my father taught me about Love. The story behind Correspondence: BBC Radio 4 at 00 30 19th February 2012 Last year, I was given the opportunity to take part in a South Asian Literature Festival event , Same-Same: Sex, Love and other Queeries which showcased, in part, the writing of South Asian gay writers. … Continue reading
I have never been very keen on marriage. Whilst I loved my ex-husband, as a soul mate and a friend (and indeed still do, in a watered down sort of way) I didn’t actually want to marry him. The act of marriage, was I thought, a means of securing my father’s “blessing”. A completely futile … Continue reading
One of the hardest things about living with a serious and enduring mental illness diagnosis is going back into the world after a period of acute illness. The re-entry to mainstream life. Recovery is a wonderful concept. It brings, however, a vulnerability as one takes steps back into normal professional and social interaction. I have … Continue reading