almost gone but not forgotten the monsoon dances its last dance as the rain, once again begins to fall for so long, i have wanted to come to India during the rains to feel its weight on my skin and listen to its talk on the streets we are in the market where my dad’s […]
I love books. All books. Anywhere and everywhere. I love the way they stretch across borders and speak in many languages. The way they sit on shelves and lay on floors. The way they smell. And take me to places near and far. The way the words fall into place, sometimes so devastatingly and beautifully, […]
Both of my parents were born in small villages in Rajasthan, India. They were married young joining together two families that would one day become mine and my sister’s. My mother has four brothers and sisters and my father, five. Between them my sister and I have four aunts, five uncles and twenty-four first cousins. […]
The streets of India speak of time moving forward and time standing still. Of moving fast and moving slow. They speak of beauty and ruin. Of light and darkness. Of youth and wisdom. Of new and old. They speak of wanting and having. And whisper. Of the beginning and the end.
Rakesh is my father’s eldest brother’s son. He is the youngest of three, the only son. His sisters are Nita and Shilpa and his wife is Anu. They are my first cousins and she is my sister-in-law. But in India they are my sisters. And he is my brother. I remember when I was small, […]
the agent asked for my passport and my visa that was the first sign then, the sound of their voices speaking in english, dutch, french and hindi that was the second of crossing borders and international travel of leaving home and coming back to another it has been almost two days but we have now […]