“How do you open this thing?” Laddu’s cry is plaintive as she wrestles with a miniature Hawkins pressure cooker. I show her how to open and close the cooker. Ammu pipes up “Did you have one growing up?” “Never!” I say. My ferocity surprises me though it shouldn’t. I try to explain to her how … Continue reading Crossing Cultures
It is Sunday afternoon. The overhead fan struggles to stir the air. I am sprawled on my bed watching Laddu sleep. She is sucking on her thumb as her body rises and falls with a rhythm. I should be napping with her but I am awake, alert. I scroll through my timeline on Twitter. It is … Continue reading A Feeling Called Home
A plate of samosas sit in front of me. Steam coils in wisps above the coffee cup dissipating into nothingness. Nursery rhymes play on a loop on my phone. Laddu hums along as she drinks her milk. I pick one of the samosas and feel for a moment how limp it is. I tear a … Continue reading Of Samosas Stale and Fresh
Don't you look beautiful today? She asked and nodded appreciatively as she passed me on the aisle at work. I was on my way to fill my water bottle and start my day. Since the days are warmer and I feel the lightness of Spring in my step, I usually tend to wear clothes that … Continue reading Don’t you look beautiful today?