Cooking for One

Have you ever been in love? I’m not talking about the kind that makes you feel good. I’m talking about the kind that makes you feel worthless and still you decide to stay, and you forget what you loved about him but now something is keeping you here, and maybe it’s love or maybe it’s… Continue Reading →

The ‘Happy’ Mantra

I walk into the Texas airport with my mother, and she holds me as if this is our last moment together. Ma kisses my left cheek, then my right, and then my forehead. Her tenderness intimidates me. Even on the way here, she had held my hand, squeezing my limp fingers in her own. I… Continue Reading →

Our Cultural French Fry

The last thing I expect to hear in Istanbul is a Kishore Kumar song. I also don’t expect to find a neighbourhood named after a Mughal emperor, but I suppose that’s a bit more likely. I am walking through the streets of Cehangir (pronounced Jehang-eer) when I notice secondhand items on sale. A necklace. A… Continue Reading →

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