My #MeToo Story

My #MeToo Story

Over thirty years ago on an afternoon in Chennai, when lizards crawled down pipes and crows danced on coconut trees, the tenant renting the apartment above our home tapped on the grilled door leading into our living room. I walked towards the door wondering if the man...
Creating Beta Clones

Creating Beta Clones

At the time I got the news about the new indulgences of parents, I was drinking a nice cup of ginger chai which shot up my nose and burned my nasal passages. I’d just learned that many Indian-American parents had begun hiring college counselors the summer after their...
I Am The “Other”

I Am The “Other”

The Silicon Valley is a bubble,” my daughter said when I tried to apply the logic of the valley to the rest of the country. My children live on the opposite coast and they have told me often that the Bay Area coddled and insulated us from most events that skewed the...
Marriage Matters

Marriage Matters

I’d been caught in a maelstrom of engagements and weddings recently. In some instances, the girl or the boy was not that much older than my own daughter and so now my child began chafing at the broad hints from her parents about her own future. “You guys raised me to...
On The Fence

On The Fence

I suppose the block party last July at the end of our road was a success even though everyone in attendance knew that one family—let’s call them the Chens—treated the front yard of their home as if it were a dumping ground, totally unmindful of how their home was an...