Embarrassed By My Indianness

Embarrassed By My Indianness

I was seated on the kitchen counter, my favorite perch as a four-year old. I watched my thatha, my maternal grandfather, draw a “U” shaped white figure on his forehead with what looked like a metal toothpick. Carefully, he placed a red substance with water on the heel...
Embarassed by My Indianness

Embarassed by My Indianness

I was seated on the kitchen counter, my favorite perch as a four-year old. I watched my thatha, my maternal grandfather, draw a “U” shaped white figure on his forehead with what looked like a metal toothpick. Carefully, he placed a red substance with water on the heel...
The World Through Different Glasses

The World Through Different Glasses

I look out the window of the airplane and see the glittering lights of Chennai, India. The lights have a breathtaking opalescent glow. The lights are surrounded by shadows, a new darkness that I was awakened to. This summer, I saw first-hand the hellish poverty of...