Welcome to the Suck

I met President Barack Obama when we were both losers.

Okay, not losers like scrounging around a sticky table at the OTB, lifting half-drunk plastic cups of Old Style in search of winning betting slips. Not that kind of loser. More losers in that our respective duties…

A woman’s view of the India of 2017

New year, same old me,

And the same old misogyny.

Welcome to the India of 2017.

I am an Indian woman -

Last Call

In my lifetime I’ve known two friends who took their own life. They were both good and honorable men who, at either their darkest or most…

A-one, a-two, a-three

There are few authors whose creations have inspired me as much as Kurt Vonnegut. Reading Breakfast of Champions was, I…

Winter is my favorite!

Driving in winter weather, though? Definitely not a fan.

I love winter. It’s easily the best season. Don’t argue with me on this.

Divorcing extended family

Is it possible to divorce members of your extended family? Is it possible to take a look through your mental…

Leaving, Left Behind Me

I have to leave. The thought startled me with its intensity. I have to leave.

My Commital

White autumn mist hangs gently
 in the valley as I walk
 down the steep hill
 a philip’s screwdriver
 in my inside pocket
 to open the casket.
 I wish to recall every detail.
 
 Carry Nana’s ashes in a pine casket,
 secured by six philip screws
 with four thin white strings attached,
 held on by six gold…