When did I grow so much? How did this happen so suddenly? Is sudden the correct word for it?
An essay on being torn between two cultures and trying to find my voice as a writer.
'Everyone is coming – not to save me, but to give their evaluations.'
When a song triggered a series of memories.
Ever since my father's death, I have searched for the elusive ingredient that went into his special biryani, making for the most delicious days of my childhood.
My parents taught me even if it is you against the world, it is not important that you win. It is just enough that you survive.
‘Come home’ Ma says. ‘Enough of this estrangement.’
A short piece on sitting on my grandfather's shoulders, watching the trains go by.
You may know all this already, but in this moment you are me – a ghost of my past.