Monthly Archives: March 2016

  It was late in the evening. Everyone was watching some show on the television. She sat in the corner and was doing embroidery on a comforter. All was quiet except for the white noise of the television which was … Continue reading →

  I am always asked about my posts and articles that I write. People ask me why I live in the past so much. Why I talk about my youth and childhood, and why I always bring the Indian part … Continue reading →

I don’t know how many of you have read any of Salman Rushdie’s works. His writing is very different. People either cannot stand his writing, or just love him for the way he writes. Saadia and I like his work … Continue reading →

I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds.   People get out of the way much faster now. Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers. Now they drink like their fathers. I didn’t make it to the … Continue reading →

Some days, I go to Andrew’s school and pick him up and bring him home here, to spend a couple of hours with us. He gets so excited about that, and I love having him here and tending to him. … Continue reading →