Let’s talk about Domestic Violence for our Children

When parents fight, they don’t realize that two innocent eyes are watching them

1/3 Life Crisis

I reported a tiny leak in our bathroom ceiling, and by the time I returned from work our ceiling was gone and we had to “evacuate”.

Mumbai: A Sonnet

For the city of contrasts

Dog Over Dogma

At the age of ten, I devised the crime that would be the crowning glory of my squalid and disreputable career as a child. The victim, as usual, was to be my long-suffering grandmother — my Nani.

Nani weighed in at about 90 pounds on a good day and age had diminished her…