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Ira Mathur

Sunday, December 28, 2014
​Christmas isn’t Christmas without presents. Seventeen of my immediate family bought presents for everyone else.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Last weekend, I was at a Christmas party in London hosted by a Daily Mail journalist.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
​A blast of cold penetrates three layers of clothing. One hand is frozen around my train ticket in my pocket.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
​I’m in London doing a course on creative writing. It’s bizarre, this student life after all this time.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
​In this part of the world, the brutally murdered are part of our landscape.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
I was the only “coloured” (yes that term is still awkwardly used in the UK. What does it mean? Aren’t we all colours of human?) person in the workshop of 12 writers in a creative writing course.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
​“How I remember the time in 1976 when I was taken to the Queen’s Park Oval in Trinidad as a boy by my father to witness West Indies vs India—there was standing room only.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
All empires crumble.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
​This week I got a text from Health Minister Dr Fuad Khan, who said he felt misrepresented in last week’s column regarding the lack of palliative-care drugs available to patients who are terminally il
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Sometimes it takes a writer to spin a yarn but often, people tell their own stories.