Memoir & Autobiographies
Growing Up -The Bangalore Years
The transition to Bangalore is epic. All our furnishings and heavy household items are to be sold. Even then, a moving company moves heavy ...Growing Up – The Delhi Years
“Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. ...In her Mother’s Footpath
From my window, I catch the image of a mother and child On their way to meet destiny’s demands Fine wrinkles gracefully line the ...Skateboards and Paper Jams
Another darn problem! Nothing is going right today, simply nothing! The smallest of tasks has me beating my head against the wall. Now it’s ...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 ...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 ...
