Published in ALJAZEERA
Emeralds and desperation: My mother and Sathya Sai Baba
She ran through the Mumbai airport and checked each airline. It was winter of 1984. We were visiting India from the United States and had been in Mumbai for two weeks. I was eight years old.
Published in REFINERY29
Why Are So Many People Ready To Let The Elderly Die?
“Coronavirus only kills old people, and they are going to die anyway.” This is what a 27-year-old said to me a few weeks ago.
Published in ELLE
I Married A Plant And Found Myself
My first husband was a plant. We were wed in my mother’s living room in Los Angeles, with a large Panasonic flat screen TV serving as the backdrop.
Published in THE RUMPUS
The Durwan in Enough: I Live with the Monster
I was hungry. There was a kitchen at my school in Calcutta where they brewed tea and stored crackers and biscuits in plastic jars stored high on wooden shelves.