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  1. I really loved the story and the fact that it was real life just makes people see that we all have things in the past that you may not know of!
    As a matter of fact I have a friend who also shares the same name as one of the people you mentioned! I won’t say who as she may not want me to mention her name but all together I loved this post! 🙂

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    1. Yeah, we all have a past, and thankfully I no longer participate in that kind of nonsense. That therapy session helped me to understand her a lot better and we both apologised to each other and learnt our lessons. Thank God!
      Aha, don’t worry about the names, I changed them because it wouldn’t be fair to include real names. But otherwise, I’m glad to hear that we both know Bengali names, it’s a rare thing in the blogosphere. 🙂

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          1. Eaxactly and once your silenced you find it really hard to get your voice back!

            We should make Asian names a norm although were I come from you probably couldn’t walk down the street without hearing an Asian name being called out or something lol!

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            1. That is so true, very well put and so insightful. It’s an upwards hill after but… I like to believe that we will climb back on our feet eventually. 🙂

              I know, and here’s a thing, if they can’t pronounce it… get ready… they could ask us?!!?! *SHOCK* lol. Apparently this blogger on twitter gained more followers after she removed her surname (she’s POC), really tells you something…
              No, girl, same here, East End of London you know is basically mostly POC’s pahaha. I’m guessing you’re from a major UK city then?

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              1. Of course! Major UK city! I had a good time making fun of my cousins in america for they way they speak (No offence to any Americans). I really think people should stop think about who the person is from the outside and start focusing on the inside!

                I have soooooooo many friends who have to correct people 24/7 because they can’t seem to get their names right! 😂😂😂 I guess that’s the price you pay for a unique name!

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  2. Great job, Soph. I have one or two similar stories from my own school days I could share. Of course, 30 years on, I’m sure the selective glossing of memory will have given the ‘me’ character a much more heroic and righteous cast than the actual me presented back then! I’ll definitely take you up on this challenge & see what I can do with it. Thank you for thinking of me!

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    1. Nice to know I’m not alone in this! Paha, I tried to write as realistically as possible without any embellishments as to my motivations and thought process. Perhaps you could add a righteous and heroic afterward at the end as a lesson learnt tribute. 😉
      I’m excited to see what you come up with! 🙂

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  3. Very well written Sophia.
    In the old days when we had a fight the two fighters could shake hands and become friends afterwards. In fact one of my most trusted friends and I met as a result of fighting each other. It makes me wonder how things turned out for you and this person?

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    1. I’m loving the idea of shaking hands, there’s something so sophisticated about it.

      After the school-mandated therapy, we worked it out, apologised to each other and were fine afterwards. I’m especially grateful towards my school for this, it really taught me the importance of mediation and intervening when you see something wrong.

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