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