Memories Bring Back Memories
By instinct, I sip on my coffee and think about the date. I do it every single morning, a way to place myself in the context of the day, date, year construct. My mind reels off the facts, 27th of...
View ArticleThe Art Of Language
Kumao, I say bowing deeply as I thank Saathi for something. He laughs. Dey, Kha, Saranghae. The words slip easily into conversation. My head is a soup of words in various languages at all times. I gush...
View ArticleThe Dada Cup
It is not yet 6:00 am. I unload the dishwasher. I like the quiet this time of the day. I go about my work methodical, intentional. The last items to come out of the dishwasher are the coffee mugs. Even...
View ArticleTen Years. Many Lessons.
This week marks ten years since we went from being a couple to parents of twins. Each year I struggle with marking the day. Obviously, it is of import to me. It also is of import to my children in...
View ArticleTriggers
I feel sated when I step off the elliptical. The kind of satisfaction that comes from knowing it was an enjoyable experience. I turn my phone on and see a notification from my aunt. It brings worrisome...
View ArticleCOVID-19 Diaries: Reminiscences
Jackfruit. The item remained on our shared grocery list for weeks. Each grocery trip, my finger would hover over it, tempted to strike it off knowing how rare it is to find it locally. Yet, it would...
View ArticleCOVID-19 Diaries: Changing Ways of Life
Today, I pulled the plug on our landline. A number we have had since 2001. A number that has followed us through three moves, seen three babies and been a constant across multiple job changes and...
View ArticleNostalgia: Trapped In A Bottle
I am chatting with Amma on the phone, my hands moving out of force of habit. I pull the heavy bottomed sauté pan, turn the gas stove on, tap the rim every few seconds to test how hot the pan is. Even...
View ArticleBittersweet Gratitude
I love looking at FB memories first thing in the morning. Considering the platform has been around for almost two decades now and I have been an early adopter, I see glimpses of my pre-motherhood life...
View ArticleBlunted Grief
As is my morning routine, I call Amma as I walk. She mentions it has been twenty five years since her mom passed away and it hits me with force that I have not thought about my grandma in years now. I...
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