No Country for Gray People

No Country for Gray People

Several years ago, when I was nearly fifty years old, I had gone from Delhi to one of the smaller towns to visit my extended family. I hadn’t seen them for some time and was looking forward to re-establishing ties. Many members had gathered together under one roof to...
Welcome to the Gandhi Center

Welcome to the Gandhi Center

Although at times its traditions, diversities, and intricacies can seem overwhelming and a burden to getting things done, when it comes to filling the shelves of a cultural center, India has a brimming treasure chest to choose from. Joseph Nye, professor of political...
Let’s Talk About Death, Baby

Let’s Talk About Death, Baby

The first time I saw a dead body was when I was 20 years old and in my anatomy lab at university. Many of us are sheltered from death during our childhood and don’t give it much thought during adulthood either, unless and until we are unavoidably faced with it. But...
The Secret Annex

The Secret Annex

My grandmother’s diary was so not like Bridget Jones’. When my grandfather died, leaving her a widow at the age of 37, she began writing. A small, slender, self-effacing woman, her life centered around her children and her grandchildren. By then, I—her first...
Finding Kalpana

Finding Kalpana

Our family loves the popular movie Finding Nemo. But while others appreciate its vivid animation and clever script, we feel the story is really about us. Marlin the father fish is very much my husband: organized, wary, and protective. Dory, the mother substitute, is...