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Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 8By Editor - May 18th, 2015 |
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She knew she would never be the same person again. And for as long as she lived, she would never forget the terror, grief and anguish that resonated within her, as well as the Tamil community, as a result of the Tamil genocide. |
Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 7By Editor - April 29th, 2015 |
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It was then that Dr. Karler, the professor, entered the lecture hall. She was a short woman, wearing a grey sweater with a green clover leaf sewn onto the front. She had an abundant amount of grey hair, and looked as if she was in her late 60s. She slowly walked into the room, while Claire Vijayananthan stood next to her. |
Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 6By Editor - March 30th, 2015 |
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Tanya entered the lecture room, and found a seat near the back. She grabbed her notebook and a few pens from her bag, placing them neatly on her desk. Minutes later, Prithushan entered the lecture room, and begin climbing the stairs in search of a seat. He stared around the lecture room for a while—almost as if he were looking for something, or someone. Suddenly, he locked eyes with Tanya, and started walking towards her direction. Sweat began to trickle down Tanya’s forehead, when he sat down in the seat next to her. She tried to avoid eye contact, but could feel his stare piercing through her. Eventually, she gave in, and turned to face him slightly. Her gaze was met by his warm smile again. “Hey, man. It’s good to finally see a brown guy in this class for once,” he joked. “Brown guy?! He actually thinks I’m a guy…” Tanya thought, stunned. She deepened her voice, and tried to calm her emotions. “Err, yeah…I get what you mean, man. Nice to meet you,” she said in a raspy tone. |
Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 5By Editor - March 15th, 2015 |
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Mesmerized, Tanya felt her stomach swell up with butterflies. Though, as a result of rushing to class in the morning, she realized that she probably looked like a deranged caveman wearing mango-scented perfume. She quickly turned back around. In her desperate attempt to appear more attractive, she undid her messy pony tail and shook loose her shoulder-length hair. She then pulled out her chapstick from her pocket, and generously applied it to her coarse lips. Once again, she turned to face him, and her smile widened as the tune of Kadhal Sadugudu began playing in her head. |
