Tag Archives: Michelle D’costa

Flight to India

I’m leaving Bahrain with languages under my tongue like pills. I’m asked to open my mouth. Smuggling languages is illegal. I swallow the rest and speak in English. I’m allowed 5 things like Miss G: I pick a half-eaten shawarma, … Continue reading

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You cannot believe it is time for her to leave. Fifteen years. Really? You were only ten when she started working for your family, probably her first expat family. She had worked for local families before yours, you know. She … Continue reading

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