Silence is the language of courage that lost its way home to the heart It’s the dialect of the unspoken things that fester between our bones, it’s the dungeons of distraught eyes that have seen enough to stop watching. But my tongue holds gardens that cannot fit ...
This Juneteenth, I reflect on the state of our nation. I’m heartened to see many South Asians protesting in solidarity with the Black community, but saddened that some in our community remain indifferent. I worry about deep-rooted biases that remain unaddressed within...
Mesmerized, my son and I watch the television screen. Somewhere in the vast plains of the Savannah, a leopard lies in ambush to capture his prey. In the dimming light of the late evening, his spotted coat blends in with the surroundings. Crouched low, he inches...
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