My first real true love was a boy I stole from my younger sister in 1972.  He was a worldly 23 to my naive 17 and lived in his own apartment in Tacoma, not far from the military base where … Continue reading Baby I’m Lost

The color appears red but on closer examination, more like wine — a Cabernet, not Burgundy or Chianti. At that place, tall trees create shadows, causing the color to darken more.             When walking, I can see the sign a … Continue reading THE SIGN

You’d look much better if you’d smile. At nine, I “became a woman.” I dressed in my mother’s royal purple saree and gold bangles. I was gifted ladoos and kaja katli. My head was anointed with oil, my hair braided … Continue reading Something to be Celebrated