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Whether we were pretending to be shop owners, running a school, or trekking in a jungle, we always indulged our creativity. There was the patter of little feet up and down corridors as my younger brother Dominic, cousins and I ran rampant, playing out our own games of “life”. My mum always cooked extra food, anticipating unexpected guests, so our house was often filled with the rich aroma of biryani, dosa and saffron rice, signifying that food prepared with love was on the menu.Īt these gatherings, Bollywood music blasted on the DVD player, competing with the sounds of laughter among uncles, the tinkling of aunties’ bangles and the voice of somebody’s parent rounding up the children to eat. And I remember every corner of that tiny home being filled with aunties, uncles and cousins, because there were impromptu family parties every weekend – informal social gatherings being a cultural norm. My parents embellished the 1970s design with Catholic paraphernalia and a lot of furniture in small spaces. To this day, the house still has the original icky brown-and-orange canvas sun blinds from the 1970s. We lived in a humble three-bedroom home with shag-pile carpeting, wood panelling and counter tops that were whatever the colour is when you mix mustard with avocado green. My folks immigrated in the early 1990s and settled in Melbourne alongside my mother’s siblings and their partners. I grew up in a big family of Indian immigrants who had moved to Australia yearning for adventure and a change of scenery.

This story is part of the February 19 edition of Sunday Life.

Spectrum color sudoku game by wood expressions