Flying the 7775 miles from Boston to Kolkata with my wife, I kept thinking about the family members I’d be seeing for the first time in over 25 years. Who exactly were these Aunts and Uncles, these half-remembered faces gesticulating down at me and trying to make me laugh at 6 years of age? What
On a lonely stretch of road in LaSalle, Quebec less than a mile away from home, one part of my life ended and another began. Afterwards I saw things with a clarity only near-disaster affords. That although I desperately needed love in my life, I’d never really put myself out there and had little in
On my birthday recently I was out at a bar in Rochester with my wife and a few friends. We were sitting at a corner table, 80’s music competing with a football game on screens overhead, the slow build of intoxication easing away inhibitions. Pitchers were being steadily drained and, as is often the case
For most Indian parents, sacrificing for your children is not only expected but desired. Spending money that could go to a nicer house or car on helping your offspring get the edge is the highest of callings (and provides ample bragging rights during parties). My Dad poured money into college savings accounts and sports classes
During a recent visit home, I was given an ultimatum. My bedroom was being reincarnated as a study for my dad so either I could box up the artifacts of my childhood or risk having them disposed of and lost to me forever. My husband Om sweetly offered to help and I accepted, not realizing
