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This Twin’s Island Republic

My name is Rishi Deosaran and growing up with a twin brother has been one of my life’s most important forces.


My brother and only sibling, Akash, and I were born early on Ash Wednesday morning, 8 March, 2000, which is ironic. Because we grew up in a pretty conservative household and never got to play mas. Akash is two minutes older.

Until we were eight, we lived in a small townhouse next to the University of the West Indies sports grounds. Underneath plenty trees, the earth was practically made of fruit, because it used to rain pomeracs. We used to raid them and make chow at home.

My brother, mom and I loved to walk up Mount St. Benedict on early, early mornings and pick up pine cones, seed pods and cashew fruits to decorate the townhouse. We always went to the top. Always. One day, walking past the monastery, a fluffy white shaggy dog ran out. It became our friend. Until this day, it is a family thing for us all to go, before or after special occasions, to the guest house at the mountaintop and have a lovely breakfast to the sound of the birds. I never really realised I treasured that place so much [until I said these words].


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This Twin’s Island Republic

My name is Rishi Deosaran and growing up with a twin brother has been one of my life’s most important forces.


My brother and only sibling, Akash, and I were born early on Ash Wednesday morning, 8 March, 2000, which is ironic. Because we grew up in a pretty conservative household and never got to play mas. Akash is two minutes older.

Until we were eight, we lived in a small townhouse next to the University of the West Indies sports grounds. Underneath plenty trees, the earth was practically made of fruit, because it used to rain pomeracs. We used to raid them and make chow at home.

My brother, mom and I loved to walk up Mount St. Benedict on early, early mornings and pick up pine cones, seed pods and cashew fruits to decorate the townhouse. We always went to the top. Always. One day, walking past the monastery, a fluffy white shaggy dog ran out. It became our friend. Until this day, it is a family thing for us all to go, before or after special occasions, to the guest house at the mountaintop and have a lovely breakfast to the sound of the birds. I never really realised I treasured that place so much [until I said these words].


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