Perspectives

Rivers of Brown

Rivers of Brown

Dressed in a salwar kameez, I twirled and danced inside my room. I loved my long red tunic, the loose flowing pants and the sweeping scarf looped around my neck. This salwar, dotted with tiny mirrors that sparkled when they caught the light, was embroidered with zari,...
Our Recipes, Our Lives

Our Recipes, Our Lives

This morning I was making a lentil soup for my family, almost exactly the way my grandmother, in India, taught me decades ago. Or so I first thought. Her recipe used six tablespoons of butter, onions, garlic, red lentils, about eight different spices, loads of...
To Those Who Feel Bad About The Trump Win

To Those Who Feel Bad About The Trump Win

To those who feel bad about Trump winning, I have some thoughts to share. Several posts are blaming the left for getting Trump elected, or accusing the protesters for not being democratic. In my mind, the left can be blamed for one thing, which was—“playing by the...
Unpeeling the Real “Me”

Unpeeling the Real “Me”

I am sure there are many women who share my pain about the effort it takes to look the part, when you head out to a party where you know that other women will be dressed to the nines. The hunt for the perfect dress, elegant jewelry, perfectly matched lip color,...
Letter to the editor

Letter to the editor

Hillary—Not the Clear Choice I wanted to respond to your editorial about Hillary as “The Clear Choice.” (India Currents October 2016). Based on your editorial, I am sure that you bring some Indian ideals of socialism Almost everyone here is an immigrant or a...
All That Tamasha

All That Tamasha

tamasha noun. a grand show, performance, or celebration, especially one involving dance; a fuss or confusion. I had been reading Ramachandra Guha’s India After Gandhi, a riveting account of India in the years following Independence and the word “tamasha” leapt out at...