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The Early Spring: The Chemistry, the Silence and Who Holds the Power
It has been a week since The Early Spring ended and I am still in my study wondering what is happening with me. On the acting, the silence, and who holds the power.
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Best of the Best: A Review
Netflix’s Bollywood-fusion dance comedy is deliciously campy, brazenly desi, and carries a friendship I will remember for a long time.
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Love Chaos Kin Is Going to the Movies
Love Chaos Kin, Chithra Jeyaram’s documentary about our family, runs in LA Oct 9 to 15, opens London Breeze Oct 21, and screens in nine more cities this fall.
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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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Mostly, It Is For Me
I stare at the items in my Amazon cart: a pair of leather sandals, dark chocolate bark with nuts, a bag of sea salt caramels. I save two of the three for later and order just the caramels. Yesterday it was a bunch of tee shirts, added and then deleted. A pair of overripe bananas…
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In Conversation with The Indian Book Club
The Indian Book Club sent me fifteen questions about Why Is My Skin Brown?, and answering them turned into one of the more honest conversations I have had about this book. We talked about growing up the darker cousin. About my paati’s backhanded compliments and how a child feels the sting long before she has…
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The Skin I Grew Up In
My essay in The Indian Express, for the She Said column: colourism, a paati’s first word for my daughter, and the systems we fight that live inside us.
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The Last Bit I Walk Alone
The alarm goes off at five forty-five. Maggi in a thermos, a transition reel, photos by the tree, and the last bit of the walk home alone.
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Idols, Fandoms, and Where the Moral Compass Lives
BTS partnered with Google on an AI ad. Namjoon and J-Hope went to a Chris Brown concert and posted it. One did not bother me at all. The other did not register until I saw the uproar online.
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A Girl Can Dream
Felix stood on his hind paws, his snout sniffing the air, his forepaws resting next to my bowl of tamarind water. I was overcome with love for this being. It’s taken over a year for this fellow to worm his way into my heart. I agreed to bring him home because my youngest begged me…