Reflections

Noushad and the Plum Cake

Noushad and the Plum Cake

As a child, one thing I distinctly remember pursuing was a plum cake with an inviting dark caramel tone and the lingering aroma of ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla. Each piece resembled a mosaic wedge. Raisins, cashew nuts, dates, candied red papaya,...
Singing For My Pizza

Singing For My Pizza

Last summer, while traveling with my wife through the Canadian Rockies, I sang for my pizza at Gus’ Pizza in Hinton, Alberta. This is how it happened. Looking for dinner on our last night in Hinton, a tourist town servicing Jasper National Park, we settled on pizza at...
A Poem for Karva Chauth

A Poem for Karva Chauth

THE BANGLE SELLERS Bangle sellers are we who bear Our shining loads to the temple fair… Who will buy these delicate, bright Rainbow-tinted circles of light? Lustrous tokens of radiant lives, For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden’s...
The Turmeric Is Gone

The Turmeric Is Gone

Air India flight 101 touches down at 6:07 am. She enters your Queens apartment and rushes into the 10 x 1 ½ foot kitchen, still wearing her sneakers. In search for something specific, she rummages through your pre-war, knob-less wooden kitchen cabinets. Finally, she...
Sensing Home

Sensing Home

Hmmm… Oh, yes! Aloo- matar today, yay!! Until recently, I didn’t realize that that used to be my routine when I returned from school every afternoon in wintertime. As a young schoolgirl, intentionally I’d slow my steps to inhale the aroma before knocking on the door,...
In That Moment

In That Moment

As I stood there, and watched him walk those last steps of high school, time just froze and our journey together flashed in front of my eyes. It was a bittersweet moment as he proudly walked up to receive his high school diploma. He was a little less than three, full...