Inside the mind of an immigrant

When I came to America in 2013, I was fourteen years old and had no knowledge of cultures outside of the one I grew up in. I was naive and used to live in my own little fantasy world. I still kinda do. My made up characters are a better interaction then most real people … Continue reading Inside the mind of an immigrant

Wrenched anniversary

“It’s our anniversary,” she says so softly over the phone that I can barely hear her. “That’s amazing! Are you gonna celebrate?” I ask trying to sound gleeful even though it’s 4 am in the morning, and I’m sleepy. She doesn’t say anything and all I hear is her uneven breathing. “I’ve wasted eighteen years … Continue reading Wrenched anniversary

The snake and Nano’s Alzheimer’s

"I had Hindu friends." My Nano (grandma) who has Alzheimer’s says, wiping away a tear that rolls down her cheek. She looks at me and smiles. "A few of them we're Sikh and Christian too, and we would sit on the roof, on wooden cots and talk until the sun sunk behind the horizon, or … Continue reading The snake and Nano’s Alzheimer’s