Youth

Standing on the Bridge

Standing on the Bridge

It’s a topic that’s been visited in countless movies and books, but the fact remains that growing up as a second generation Indian American in America is not easy. Especially, if you’re growing up in an orthodox household where your parents are trying to instill in...
When Men Hold Hands

When Men Hold Hands

I was in sixth grade, summer vacation, and we were driving along a dirt road off some major city in Kerala. The white ambassador soldiered on through the pothole-infested road, as the ten of us cramped inside bounced up and down every five seconds. My mother said...
A Yen For The Arts

A Yen For The Arts

When I was a child, my parents often told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up. They would be proud whether I was a clown or doctor, so long as I tried my best and enjoyed what I did. With these assurances, I was not in the least bit uneasy when it...
The World Through Different Glasses

The World Through Different Glasses

I look out the window of the airplane and see the glittering lights of Chennai, India. The lights have a breathtaking opalescent glow. The lights are surrounded by shadows, a new darkness that I was awakened to. This summer, I saw first-hand the hellish poverty of...
The Asian-American Renaissance

The Asian-American Renaissance

The humility and simplicity of Gandhi, the raw moral courage that characterized Martin Luther King Junior, the wisdom and introspection of Confucius, and the integrity that was Abraham Lincoln. All men were brought up in different countries, in different homes and...
How Paati Learned to Swim

How Paati Learned to Swim

My grandmother, Paati, rebuilt her life seven years ago. After living in India her whole life, she moved to California to live with my family. In one move, she lost her country, her house, her friends, her language, and her identity. She had to construct her new world...