I hurt my children without meaning to
I want to tell you a truth I’ve been ashamed to say out loud for a long time. I have […]
The Holi we left behind
Growing up, Holi wasn’t just a festival. It was a feeling. It was my dad twirling to old Bollywood songs,
When balance feels like a beautifully wrapped trap
When “Balance” feels like a beautifully wrapped trapSince you’re home anyway, can you just cook lunch today?Since you’re home anyway,
A letter to my Inner Child
My Dearest Sneha,I see you. I see you sitting quietly in the corner, your small fingers tracing patterns on the