This year I saw Mira for exactly 3 weeks. The rest of the time I have only watched her from afar, catching snatches of her morning routines or her bedtime sleepy face. I get her to say hi, blow me kisses, make her smile, and in general have a repeating conversation of "what are you... Continue Reading →
Unnameable Books, Brooklyn
I stay in Park Slope and for the longest time, I did not understand a strange pedestrian phenomenon that was observable outside my apartment. People walking down the street from one direction mostly scowl at me and people walking from the other direction invariable wave and nod at me. I put this down to my... Continue Reading →
A Country For Mira
There is one major decision that stares me in my face everytime I sit back. Should I stick around in the USA or should I pack my bags for another country, most likely India? The End That it should come to this was becoming apparent for some time now. Every time the question comes up... Continue Reading →
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