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My heart is beating faster than hummingbird’s as I write this. An essay very close to my heart “My Mother Becomes a person” has been included in the annual print… Read more »
My heart is beating faster than hummingbird’s as I write this. An essay very close to my heart “My Mother Becomes a person” has been included in the annual print… Read more »
This essay first appeared in The Soliloquies Anthology 22.1: No one was allowed to peek inside Father’s beat-up blue trunk, which remained secured with an old, but shiny, brass Godrej… Read more »
Someone at work advised me to buy Airborne pills to boost my immunity during my upcoming travel to India. So, today I stopped by the corner CVS store on my… Read more »
The unopened mail is a mountain. Your Contigo stands inverted on the dish rack. I can’t enact our routine. I sit in your den, slide my feet into your sheepskin… Read more »
This essay appeared on The Moon Magazine: Today is the 6th of October, my father’s birthday. He lies in the ICU at The Himalayan Hospital, Dehradun, India, in a mesh… Read more »
This post first appeared on The Pendora Magazine. Every winter morning, I open the blinds and look out the bedroom window of my suburban house in Ohio to see if… Read more »
My high school friend and neighbor, Juhi, and her elder sister, Komal Di, had skins the color of milk, so pristine and flawless that I used to think my brown… Read more »
This piece first appeared on Mutha Magazine I don’t know how many times I tried to convince father, but he loathed travel or any other disruption in the routine and… Read more »
This piece first appeared on Parent.com “Mama, can you stop at MacDonald’s drive-through? I’m super hungry.” says my 14-year old son. It’s Thursday evening and we are returning home from… Read more »
This piece first appeared on Mothers Always Write: My sister calls to tell me our dad is ill. I book a flight to India the next morning. Now, my sister… Read more »