Love That Spilleth Over
Laddu peeks in the study and noticing I am on a work call, closes the door gently behind her as
Perils Of Judging From Afar
A few months ago, I received a cryptic note on my FB page from someone representing a modeling agency. I
Things We Don’t Talk About
Warning: Not my usual kind of writing. Read at your own risk. I woke this afternoon from my nap feeling
Notes From A Newly Minted Working Woman
I survey the place around me from my elevated perch. I am on the elliptical chanting Vishnu Sahasranamam while pushing
An Average Day
“Take a picture” I beg Saathi as I scramble to get out of the house. He looks at the lamp
Milestone: Re-entering Workforce
My iWatch shows I have about 4K steps to my self imposed goal of 10K steps a day. I walk
Vacation Tales
We (my children and I) returned from a ten-day trip to Texas late last night. Exhaustion had us sleeping well
Filial Expectations
I am at the stove deep frying thenkuzhal, a golden extrusion of rice and lentil flours fried and drained on
Essay: Arranged Marriage
For years, I dreamed of being published by Brain, Child Magazine. Then, last year, I met an editor that worked
Building A Sonata
Earlier this week, a friend shared this letter (excerpt 3). Words that have stuck with me for over two decades now
Musings: End Of School Year
The water swirls around my feet, pulsing from the jets in the tub. The chair I am on pounds in
A Wish And A Wisp
Walking around the house while the rasam bubbled merrily on the stove, I decided to scroll through my contact list
Bye, Bye Pria!
I suppose I should be sentimental. This week we traded in my very first car for something newer. I bought
Disquiet
It is early in the morning. The kids are still asleep. It is one of those rare weekend mornings when
Becoming Our Mothers
In the midst of stir-frying a melange of vegetables for my children’s’ lunchbox, I reach out for my phone. I
Mother’s Day: Gratitude
Pattu enters through the garage, her backpack sliding off her shoulder and her right hand clutching a patterned paper bag.
Musings: Openness In Adoption
I walk around the house mid-morning, my eyes scanning for things to put away or trash. I am tired of
Letters To My Daughters: On Adulting
Dear kutties, My Amma bought a diamond earring for me when I was in sixth grade. My first saree happened
Oh, The Memories!
I stood by the kitchen island watching the refrigeration technician take our freezer apart. The door, the motor, the fan,
Author Interview: L. Ryan Storms
I met Lorraine exactly two years ago today at a Writer’s Conference in Philadelphia. We met on the train to
Milestone: Five Years Old
“Can I towel myself off?” “Can I put Aveeno all by myself?” “Can you help me with my shirt?” “Can
