I have Asian Games withdrawal syndrome. I don’t know if that’s an actual condition, but I seem to experience it every time a major multi-sport event comes to an end. The Olympics, the Commonwealth Games and now the Asian Games. There is always this strange, inexplicable emptiness that follows as though something has quietly been
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Honestly, one of my favourite things about knowing a few languages has very little to do with actually speaking them. It’s that moment someone realises I can understand what they’re saying. You can almost watch it happen. A conversation that started off a bit formal loosens up out of nowhere. Someone who was picking their
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For years, I’ve been someone who gets attached to objects, places, events, history, languages and completely random subjects of interest without really knowing why. And for years, I’ve tried to work out why certain things interest me and somehow end up staying with me. My love for the Northeast probably started in Grade 5, when
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I’ve never really been sure whether I fell in love with football first or with Manchester United. The more I think about it, the more I realise I never really had a choice in the matter. It was around 2004 or 2005, when I was in middle school. I don’t remember comparing clubs or trying
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Every OPD has this one moment that lasts only a few seconds. The consultation is almost over. The examination has been done, the prescription has been written, and we’ve explained the diagnosis as best we can. Then comes the question we’ve all asked countless times. “Any doubts?” Almost every time, the answer comes back just
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There’s a particular kind of tiredness that sets in somewhere around the twentieth patient of a busy OPD. A patient comes back after three months. Blood pressure still high. HbA1c climbed again. The medicines barely touched. It’s tempting, on those days, to just think, why won’t they follow the treatment. For a long time I
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I was seventeen when I landed in China with two suitcases and honestly no clue what I was walking into. I thought I was just going there to study, get a degree, come back home eventually. What actually happened was quieter than that. And it took years for me to understand it properly. Yinchuan wasn’t
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There are days you know you’ll remember. And then there are days that quietly become memories while you’re living them. 19th July 2026 was one of those days. It began as an ordinary Sunday but somehow ended up becoming one of my favourite sporting days in years. Charles Leclerc stood on the podium. P. V.
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