Summer Backstrokes
My eyes surveyed the one-piece bathing suit my mother stitched using her Usha sewing machine. “I love it. Thank you!” I was around ten or eleven years of age.
Immigrants and Social Distancing
Long-distance relationships with parents, siblings, grandparents, friends, and relatives are part and parcel of an immigrant’s life.
Memories of Autorickshaws and Amrutanjan
I flex my memory muscles because these reflections make up the un-severed umbilical cord that binds me to my homeland. Flashbacks are all I have to keep me connected to my native country. If I let go, I will bleed and die.
Five Minute Friday – “Culture”
I wanted to do or say something to comfort him. I wanted to tell him that I understood how it felt to be discriminated for being different. I wanted to hug him. But I froze.
Going Back Home – Part Three – Mixed Feelings
“Did you go home this summer?” asked a friend who was meeting me after a long time. It took me a few moments to catch up with her train of thought. Of course, she meant India! I told her I had had a great time with family and that I was glad to be back home, in...
Lament at the Border Wall
This article was written in response to what I witnessed and experienced at the San Diego-Tijuana border. The peacemaking trip was organized by The Global Immersion Project during the weekend of October 5-7, 2018. Dear God… You say that You hold the world in Your...
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