In the mirror you and I
flame in earthen lamp.swallows us whole.
we melted
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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Ongoing Helicoptering
Judging by the comments, the Wall Street Journal’s story about parents saving allowances for their adult children struck a nerve because it...
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An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no ma...
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I, Ananya, am a suburban single mother minus the SUV that often comes with the territory. Ten years ago, I would have been awed by someone i...
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Recently a desi dude who is more acquaintance less friend called to check in on me. Those who have read this blog before might know that suc...
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