Eat in Peace…or in Pieces? Pass the butter, hand the bread Don’t be dramatic — nobody is dead Carve the turkey, open the booze But switch the channel if it’s news. Sprinkle the pepper, pour the sauce Dried by the smoke of a burning cross Just...
ma To the woman who loved what had not yet become, making promises with unfolding fabric: We shared skin, but from you I grew into my own — an inherited thing inhabited, but never out grown. You hollowed a home within yourself, doorways forged from flesh,...
The South Asian narrative is always more than the sum of its parts. And the Smithsonian’s Beyond Bollywood project, a tribute to artistic metamorphosis and diaspora culture, serves as a beautiful reminder. The project was spearheaded by ThinkIndia and Matwaala, a...
A Tribute Your eyes all tired and red for you haven’t slept in days. You work all hours, day and night Your cabin now a triage you have no place to even sit and rest your feet a bit. The scrubs you use are now to be reused, for patients come in dozens by the...
Starving the Indian in me spares no expense with words every sentence decked in red and gold every phrase clanging like the silver bells tied around the necks of cows tethered to stakes the Indian in me is the master of flamboyance every stanza bursting with...
