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Ira Mathur

Sunday, December 27, 2015
The calendar seemed to be looking at me balefully as I packed in London, eager for the warmth of Trinidad, embodied by a poinsettia I saw at Victoria Station.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
​Two years into her term as prime minister, I interviewed Kamla Persad-Bissessar (February 2012). She was sharp, with an undeniable charisma and unending confidence.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
​I braced myself against the wind, stinging rain on my face, circumventing puddles on the pavement shiny slick with water, reflecting the dark on a lone street last Tuesday.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
On a nippy November afternoon, I arrived in the small town of Chester. A taxi ride of 20 minutes took me to Hawarden in Wales. The driver stopped just outside what looked like a small manor house.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
​When I think of Paris I think of Valerie Gauriat, now the International Affairs reporter for Euronews.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
​Last week as I opened my front door in London to get my early morning treat of a cappuccino in my local coffee shop, I was confronted with a sea of policemen.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
​I was bemused by the ghoulish Halloween images that emerged out of Trinidad.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
​What’s for breakfast? Sausages and bacon? What’s for lunch? Hops and ham? Saltfish and buljol? Oxtail soup? What’s for dinner? Geera pork? Steak? Beef stew?
Sunday, October 25, 2015
​Why write? “I don’t remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me, writing is like being gay.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
​“I knew I had to leave my home country—whether in a coffin or a plane.” —Marlon James, winner of the Man Booker Prize for literature 2015.