Bombay Bus

Bombay Bus

I rolled the large American Tourister bag to the bus stop in Ganeshpuri, my two daughters in tow. The roof of the State Transport bus to Mumbai was piled high with luggage as it came to a halt. A crowd had gathered mysteriously within minutes and we had to push our...
House #152

House #152

It was their magnum opus. She didn’t major in the creative arts. Fresh out of high school she was tossed on stage, with her composer. Mom seemed to have it all under control. The master conductor, she did the planning, strategizing, and delegation. Dad worked hard on...
Pizza and Molagapodi

Pizza and Molagapodi

This article was first published on August 1, 2003. I had barely learned to walk on the streets of the United States when I got my first job. Having seen over 32 summers in India, this one was just another, except that the sun was on the other side of the hemisphere...
Hibiscus

Hibiscus

The sight of a ruby red hibiscus flower takes me back to my childhood. To a certain garden in Dharwar (in Karnataka, India), where this splendid flower grew in profusion. And to the house, which this garden adorned. This beautiful, grand old house in Dharwar was our...
My Stroke of … Luck?

My Stroke of … Luck?

In a second, I fell, from heaven to hell, from peace to utter chaos, from perfection to obliteration. In a second, I lost it all, my past, my present, and most tragically, my future. In a second, I simply faded away … a part of me died. A huge part of me. I’m...