Category: Books
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Pearls on Marble is out
My third novel is out: a slow-burn, closed-door romance set in the wedding kitchens and old mill fortunes of Coimbatore.
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Signed, With A Bookmark Inside
Signed copies of Why Is My Skin Brown? are now available, mailed straight from my desk. On the first two orders and the almost-heart next to my signature.
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Happy Birthday, Why is My Skin Brown?
It’s Sunday night and I am catching up on work. As I wait for a batch to finish running, I am looking through my launch day checklist, all the different trackers I have going for the next few days and weeks. If the launch of Why is My Hair Curly? was pure vibes, this feels…
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On Becoming a Writer
From the treadmill call that started Why Is My Hair Curly? to the week before Why Is My Skin Brown? launches: on writing from memory, writing toward hope, and the label she finally let herself claim.
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A New Book Is Coming: Why Is My Skin Brown?
A new middle-grade novel is on the way. Sarayu is twelve, Pennsylvania-born, and about to learn that Bengaluru has its own ideas about her skin.
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The Refusal to Translate
A response to the argument that every major Indian writer lives abroad and writes from memory. The real variable isn’t geography. It’s whether the publishing chain between you and the reader lets you keep the sentence intact.
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If You Love BTS, Read This
The dedication at the front of this novel reads: For Namjoon and BTS, who made music a place to go when the world outside was too much. I wrote that in 2025, in southeastern Pennsylvania. The music worked as it always had. Not by pretending the world was better than it was. By making it…
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Nobody Asked Us
I wrote Hindsight because I needed to understand something. Not to resolve it. Not to arrive at an answer I could hand to a reader neatly wrapped. I needed to understand what it costs a woman to build a life on a story she was never given in full.
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The Business of Self-Publishing: Beyond Writing and Editing
Amazon Accounts Payable reads the email notification at the top of my phone. I click on it too hurriedly only to realize I need to log in to check the details. An hour later, kitchen chores done, walk after dinner done, kids suitably engrossed in their phones and Amma downstairs in bed, I finally sit…