Improv

I was sipping on a voluptuous glass of red wine in a small corner bar at the edge of Saint Marks. Lost in thought. Rashi plops down on the stool next to me with a sigh. And a smile. She has one of those playfully honest and beautifully toothy smiles one can never quite forget….

incredible india

You’ve seen that ad right? With shorts of an elephant washing herself with a beautiful spout of Ganga water and impersonating Gods in Kerala laughing about something hilarious and all the crazy Holi colors being strewn about by a foreigner having a great time in the midst of many, many happy brown people. It’s enticing….

The Search

“Yes, I was happy in that moment. I felt bathed in a warm sense of accomplishment. Nothing troubled me; I was a young New Yorker with the city at my feet. How soon that would change!” – The Reluctant Fundamentalist By Moshin Hamid What comes next in this story, and many more I have recently…

Home again

I’m almost 28. I can safely boast I’ve lived and loved in 10 different crazy cities in this incredible world. But today, after having visited 2 of those cities over the past month, ones I spent the majority of my life in, I realize I now consider Delhi my home. When I land back on…

Impostor

I bought and consumed Sheryl Sanberg’s “Lean In” yesterday in its entirety. For both male and female readers, Sheryl has launched the civil war of our generation, this is a quick and must read. Rather than sit back and hope for people to recognise our wins, Sheryl implores women to stand up and demand to…

Educated

What does it mean to have a well educated country? When neither those residing in New Delhi nor those of New York City nor those of Helsinki know how to make a woman feel respected, valued, and unobjectified throughout the city; what is the value of calling ourselves educated? Just as the loving father states,…

Body

I’ve always loved the beginnings of things. Standing on the precipice of something old and mundane, gazing out into the blissful unknown, digging my toes into the ground and waiting for the right moment to take off. The beginnings of things. Where my heart is nervous, and excited, and challenged, and intrigued. Where my mind…

riches to rags

I wrote the following piece (with some minor edits for context) 1.5 years ago, at a low point in my life, to myself more than anything else. Recently, when I meet people and they ask me if they should give up their job to pursue work for the greater good, I find I have a…

why

I had been wondering why. Why my heart feels heavy sometimes. Why I act the way I do other times. Why we hurt one other in such infuriating ways all the time. Why things aren’t just the way they should be. As a kid I loved a book called “The Way Things Work.” It was…

move

4 weeks ago I did something stupid. The day started out relatively innocuously. I woke up on a lazy Sunday morning to my diligent, slightly aggressive agenda: breakfast at 9. run at 10. picnic at 12. tea at 5. dinner at 7. Nothing too earth shattering. What then proceeded to occur was also standard operating protocol. I…

choochoo

Enveloped in the still of a black night, we chug along through breathtaking beauty. Blindly. Sticky shoulders bumping, eyes darting, jumping, resting. The white of a tube light rolls in and out of my rectangular peep hole. A smell eludes my thoughts…oils. Masalas. I watch as a young woman banters with her friend. Inimitably, cleverly,…