Looking For Phoenicia Street, 1969

Looking For Phoenicia Street, 1969

It was the year my parents would marry in Kuwait. In the 1960s, as Goa was annexed by India and the creation of the Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries, or OPEC, signaled the growth of the oil-based Middle Eastern economy, many Goans made their way to...
Guilty of Walking While Brown

Guilty of Walking While Brown

O n February 6, 2015, an elderly Indian man was left partially paralyzed following an encounter with the police in Madison, Alabama. News of the event spread virally on social media and elsewhere online. When it became known that a police car had captured video of the...
Some Other Country

Some Other Country

Night had fallen on Melbourne by the time I had gotten through immigration and customs. I made my way through the crowd of smiling people, some holding up “Welcome Home!” signs. For a moment, I entertained the possibility that at least one of them could be for me. In...
The Stagnant Traveler

The Stagnant Traveler

A whole year would go by before I could visit her grave. It was my first trip back to Goa. Twenty years on, and it is still one of my two biggest regrets of moving to the United States: I could not be there for my grandmother in her final days. Now, two decades later,...
The Journey Home

The Journey Home

It was a strange, yet somehow very Indian American moment. In January, this year, I was to meet Andy in front of McDonald’s. “The one across the street from KFC,” I had said on the phone. The McDonald’s in Bandra, that is. By the time I got there, Andy had already...