A superb ode to tea drinking. Read it. Read it with a cup of tea to go with it.

Interestingly, she did not write about the chai, the super sweet uber milk North Indian tea spiced with cardamom and spices and sold in earthenware cups. In Kolkata, this used to be my favourite after my long morning runs on the way back from…

Here’s Why I am Proud of Being a Desi-American F.O.B.

by Antaraa Anandan — Follow @browngirlmagazine

Growing up, I didn’t necessarily face the same trials that a lot of other brown girls around the U.S. have…

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai

“I see God in you.”

Vidite, ja sam poznavao jednu devojcicu. Davno bese, ali se ja secam kao da je jutros bilo.

Dva zelena oka, guste crne kose i djavolji osmeh. Stvarno, djavolji dabome, onakav osmeh nije Bozije maslo. Jedan mali, pa…

Daddy’s (not-so) little girl

My dad, like most South Asian dads* is not very expressive. Father of 2 (lovely — if I may) daughters and I still don’t recall an “I love you” from him. Ever. The closest I’ve heard reverberations of that is through his voice choking every time he drops me to the airport while…