I am three and a half at the time of  Mahatma Gandhi’s assassination in Delhi. Blurry images linger. Daddy and his friend, Mr. Diwan ...

“Join me at my place for lunch and let’s prepare mouthwatering Indian cuisine.” The suggestion came from Leslie, our Caucasian friend who loves Asian ...

During World War II, Daddy serves both in the British Navy and the Armed Forces. With hostilities ending he completes his wartime duties. As ...

Many of us were encouraged to have fun and explore our imaginations in our early years. We scribbled, finger-painted, and sculpted Play-Doh. Our imaginative ...

My husband, John is horrified and is bombarding Juji (my sister) with too many questions. All  because she is pregnant. What is she doing? ...

It is a time of immense happiness. Our brother is coming back home from Canada for a quick visit. He has been away for ...

Our youngest sister, Juji, was born with her own rules, and demanded everyone follow them. To understanding her logic took some effort, but ultimately, ...

I know the patterns that gracefully line the ceiling. I know the number of rectangles that align so perfectly. Because, while I lay in ...

We often ride nowhere. The car traverses the city blocks to the highway of vehicles moving through the town in all directions. You maneuver ...

A week ago, I was deathly ill. At least that’s how it felt. I was feverish, my throat ached, and my body was weak ...