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Of Sweaters, Sacred Ash And Being American

Of Sweaters, Sacred Ash And Being American

My toddler son stood in front of me – three lines of vibhuthi (sacred ash) smeared across his forehead, ready for preschool. I looked dumbfounded at the three white lines of vibhuti that trailed across his forehead, marking his identity as a Hindu. Did I want...
#MeToo – Not

#MeToo – Not

At the age of eleven, I discovered nature, when, for the first time in my life, I was taken on a summer vacation.  My aunt worked as a nurse at the Tuberculosis Hospital outside of Pune, and there I roamed the windswept landscape, wading into the confluence of the...
God Save Freddie Mercury

God Save Freddie Mercury

It was electrifying to watch Rami Malek perform as Freddie Mercury in the movie Bohemian Rhapsody, showing us a man grappling with soul-searing despair and alienation even while the world was feting him for his extraordinary musical prowess. Yet, the movie was deeply...
Mumbai’s Jeeves

Mumbai’s Jeeves

Mumbai — a curtain of rain flutters and falls. It’s nice watching the rain from the shelter of a 12th floor flat. Not in the jhopudputti, the slum where my father’s attendant lives. There the water seeps in so high that he is afraid his young children will...