“You have to sleep here, little girls are the first to get kidnapped and sold into prostitution,” my mother used to tell me as she squeezed me in between the wall and her on trains. My mind gurgles on the inside with directives from all of you; none of whom have known the glory of … More Scream

Just Anotha Girl

I am–but damn I try hard not to be– I am yet anotha girl manipulated into—cornered into enabling your male privileged ass That one who doesn’t need to plan or compromise on  One Damn Thing I have tried, man have I tried to draw a clear line, thick enough to separate continents,  But you, You … More Just Anotha Girl

10 Ways to Keep Your Marbles as an English Teacher.

 Move, move, move!  I know sounds like common sense and even dumb as teachers spend most of their day on their feet, but usually we end up standing or moving in the same ways over and over again.  Thus tensing the same muscles, never releasing them fully.  So, when you have thirty seconds in between … More 10 Ways to Keep Your Marbles as an English Teacher.


I sit tall at the edge of the bed–numb,  just a couple hours have passed since I went to bed.  I turn towards my closet, searching for clothes.  I know I have to stand and get ready, go to work.  I know I have to brush my teeth, beat the traffic, pick up souffles for … More Unheard

Day 1

Day 1 Breakfast: Menu: Idli sambar, coconut chutney; upma; chai; chickoo I take my first bite of a chickoo since 2003 and I’m home.  It’s summer and I’ve raced my cousin up a tree in my Naynamma’s yard.  All the way back to 1984.  The memories like the taste are crystal clear.  I slurp it … More Day 1