The Color Of Regret
The garage rattles noisily when I press the switch. I wince. It is not yet 6:00 am. The breeze feels
Tag: Reflections
Untaught Lessons
I am driving home from my brother’s place. Amma is in the passenger seat beside me. Pattu and Laddu are
A Certain Smugness Of Being
My call is just about over when a frantic text pops up on my phone. I ignore it and focus
Notes From A Newly Minted Working Woman
I survey the place around me from my elevated perch. I am on the elliptical chanting Vishnu Sahasranamam while pushing
Silent Epidemics
Special Needs Mom. I roll over that label in my head. It feels alien, like when you first refer to
These Little Girls Of Mine
She stands in her batik printed dress, the silky fabric clinging to her body as she strikes a pose for
Of Saying Good Bye
The sky is endlessly grey as we drive back home from the airport. The children are squabbling at the back
Of Kinship And Blood Ties
I feel the anxiety in the stomach, in the way I zone out while driving, in the blur of familiar
Free To Be Me
My Odyssey hugs the curves, gliding along the road as if on muscle memory. I relish this feeling of controlled
Observer And The Observed
She arrived by the morning train early on Thursday carrying equipment that occupied more than two unwieldy bags. She filmed
Identity And Belonging
Two nights ago, I sat in a darkened room at my local library with a bunch of strangers watching a
A New School Year
Saathi parks the car in the grass lawn that abuts the school and we walk back in the damp grass
Co-opting Words
I sat between my twins, Laddu on my knee as the opening credits for Hidden Figures rolled on the screen.
Deconstructing Self Worth
I sit between two women at the tae kwon do class my twins are at. We trade smiles each time
Going On Air With The Takeaway On NPR
It started with a simple comment on Facebook. I had shared an interview between a brother and sister on race.
Hypotheticals
“Amma, can we please let Snowflake free?” Ammu pleads with me, still sleepy-eyed at 6:30 AM in the morning. “After
The Moon Is A Taco And Other Things
I am clearing up the crumbs from breakfast when Pattu’s clear voice calls out to me from beyond the patio
The Value Of An Education
I lay sprawled arms stretched on the carpeted floor that could do with a good vacuum with the ceiling fan
A Journey In Pictures
Sometimes pictures bring to life what words can’t. So, here is a glimpse of the places we went and the
Coming Home
“Alexa, play songs by Justin Bieber,” commands Pattu. Alexa obliges. The twins dance, arms outstretched, head thrown back, smiles lighting
BBC Asia Radio Interview
The alarm went off at 3:00 AM and I stood sipping coffee in the cool back patio of my sister’s
