Finding My Eurasian Roots in Malacca

Faranaz is of Pakistani descent; Geraldine is Eurasian, like me. Only Michelle is Indian…Why shouldn’t we have been allowed to sit together? Never mind that she was ignorant only one of us was Indian. Every single one of the rest of our class was Chinese—all thirty of them—and they were sitting all together, weren’t they?

Reclaiming My Portuguese-Eurasian Mother Tongue, Kristang

Of course, Kristang, being a creole of Portuguese and Malay, isn’t every Singaporean Eurasian’s mother tongue. Eurasians of other threads of heritage may count many other languages—German, Khmer, Thai, French, for example—among their wealth of mother tongue inheritance. But since my four grandparents all were of Portuguese-Eurasian heritage (my maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Sequeira,…

Bahau

  This short story is about my maternal grandmother Patsy Pinto, and her own father, Valentin Sequeira, when he went to Bahau during the Japanese Occupation. I’d love to hear your own family’s stories about experiences during WWII. While my great-grandfather’s time in Bahau was very real, the other characters in this story, besides Bishop Adrian…

‘The Gift’ (Memories of My Grandmother)

  After my grandmother Patsy Sequeira-Pinto passed away a few years ago, I wrote the short story below about the wonderful memories I have of her. It was published in the US journal The Wilderness House Literary Review in 2014. Enjoy!   The Gift They say that my language, like my grandmother, is dying. “Hic!” I…

Let Them Eat Cake

I am having tea with my friends Annie and Grace at a glass box cafe perched on the edge of a park. The menu proudly asserts that something they served us was ‘Brandy Sugee Cake’. But there’s no getting around it, the cake sucks. I’m supposed to avoid gluten but I couldn’t resist. Fine, maybe…