My girls and their cousins are snuggled up on the couch, sharing two throws between them. The lighting is muted.
I am crouched behind the door, my large frame cramped on the tiny steps leading down to the basement. Pattu
She arrived by the morning train early on Thursday carrying equipment that occupied more than two unwieldy bags. She filmed
Two nights ago, I sat in a darkened room at my local library with a bunch of strangers watching a
A month back I wrote about visiting the WHYY studio in Philadelphia to record a conversation with my children’s mother.
I sat between my twins, Laddu on my knee as the opening credits for Hidden Figures rolled on the screen.
The study door is locked. I have my earphones on. The house is eerily silent. My phone rings and for
A couple of days back, we sat as a family at the dinner table passing rotis and subzi and talking
Late one night this week, I stood at my doorway waving my friends good bye. There was a bite in
“You have American friends! It is OK for Indians to be friends with Americans?” Pattu is at the kitchen island
A book club I am part of picked this book for our next meeting. I was thrilled as it was
I am Indian and American, they say proudly when we talk about either country. I wonder if I should correct
On why we tend to seek people who are like us.
Last evening I sat down for dinner with an old friend by huge glass windows that overlooked the patio of the