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

One evening when I was 21, I had two of my oldest friends, Isabel and Irene, over for dinner in my Bushwick apartment. I made barley risotto out of a new cookbook. We talked about classes, boys, parents, New York … Continue reading Green Onions