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On Display

I don’t particularly like museums. Of course, that hasn’t stopped me from visiting scores of them. That’s what you do in a new city, right? Spend a day visiting its most famous museum, stop at the pricey gift shop on the way out, buy a bookmark to prove you’ve seen...
A Passage To Bangla

A Passage To Bangla

I went to Brick Lane in search of the perfect rosogolla. I knew it had street signs in Bangla. I knew you could ask the price of boal fish in perfect Sylheti Bangla at the local supermarket. I knew that Brick Lane had been reincarnated as the curry destination for...

Missing the Comfort of Home

My parents grudgingly paid up the $5,000 and packed me off to Spain along with my three pieces of luggage—a violin, a backpack, and a pull-on. I was going halfway across the world to Spain with my orchestra, the Philharmonic division of the San Jose Youth Symphony. We...

Everybody Says, I LoveYou

So why can’t I? This phrase—“I love you”—is as foreign to me as kissing scenes in Bollywood flicks. It has not been a part of my world for 21 years and I don’t see it making a splashy entrance any time soon. I am not referring to the “I love you” ardently uttered in...

D for D

My grandmother once said that India is the best place to be a woman. She cited the familial support network available to pregnant women in India, the respect accorded to mothers, the value placed on femininity, even the way the humidity makes a woman’s skin glow and...

Balloons? Or Colored Condoms?

“Are those colored balloons?” “No, not really, Dad.” “Are they candy?” “Well, maybe. To some people.” My dad removed his glasses and peered closely at the image of pretty rings on my bookmark. “Then what are they?” “They’re condoms, Dad. You should know.”...
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