Memoir & Autobiographies
Love You More Fifteen Years Later
February is the month of gray and the month of love all wrapped up into one. Did someone plan this phenomenon? I believe it ...Glimpses of Small Town India of Yore
I was ten when Daddy put me on a train to Ambala. Alone and unsupervised for the first time, feeling quite grown up, I ...I’m not Here
Blank papers rustles about by the windDried ink pots are cracked from neglectI suppose there are lines I’m supposed to writeThere are emotions I ...Beloved Brother Gone-Part 2
The visit to Ottawa ended. Nothing had been resolved. It was clear Sudhir needed to continue under supervised care, and he was sick of ...My Mother’s Strength
My mother taught me strength. The way she sauntered into university boardrooms Wearing spiked heels she carried to the car Because it was still ...Twilla’s 3 Layer Dip
This dip is one of my grandma’s recipes. She would make it for large parties or family gatherings. Recently, I made it twice for ...The Holiday’s Over
The sound of jingling bells drifts away The fading glitter of fireworks bid farewell My grandma’s cologne warm scent lingers on the couch Signaling ...Beloved Brother Gone-Part 1
In the hushed, soft-lit room, Sudhir lies in a pine coffin draped with a white cloth. Munna, my younger sister, and I arrange white ...It’s a Different Kind of Christmas this Year
Christmas music is one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. I have a strong emotional reaction to music. Lyrics speak to me ...
