“Merry Christmas to all, and a happy, happy new year,” the Salsoul Orchestra sang from the speakers. My mother’s mom played this record when ...

During my growing years, fire threats are a known risk to our Delhi neighborhood. The apartment is the entire third floor of a large, ...

Shashi has been an inpatient at the All-India Institute of Medical Sciences for the last several months. Her mom, my paternal aunt, is her ...

A slow trickle of information, spanning years, helps me become more familiar with Pal Bhapaji and his household. The partition of India and Pakistan, ...

It’s the early fifties, and the city of Delhi is expanding outside its boundaries. It is advisable to return from distant sightseeing trips or ...

Mummy has no clue that her first cousin, Kishen Arora, has been residing in San Diego for years. Bhaboji’s (mom’s mother) youngest brother is ...

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 ...