A Moment Like No Other
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Daddykins Watches the Australian Open
When journalist Kalpana Mohan's elderly father falls ill in Chennai, she is on the next flight over from California. Caring for her sometimes cranky, sometimes
Foreign Victory, Local Defeat
It was an unforgettable, victorious evening in my home last night, especially following a week of stories about defeat, both in the United States and around the
Look at Culture, Not Language
When I learned that the Oscar International committee had disqualified a movie from Nigeria because it was predominantly in English, I was appalled. I’m an In
Daddykins Makes A Splash at Fourth Grade
Kalpana Mohan, whose India Currents article won an award this month at the 2018 San Francisco Peninsula Press Club Awards, is excited about her forthcoming book
Both Diva and Devi: A Tribute to Sridevi
In the late seventies, as my waist lost inches and my hips stretched a little more, I could have competed with Scarlett O’Hara. I believe I owned a 17-inch wa
A Year of Transgressions
On the morning of my birthday this past October, I began reading the first few pages of the book, Oranges, by John McPhee. In the world of nonfiction, it’s a
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
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
I Am The “Other”
[et_pb_section bb_built="1"][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text] The Silicon Valley is a bubble,” my daughter said when I tried to apply the logic
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 s
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
