• A high school graduation like no other
    As a young girl, I always envisioned the day of my high school graduation to be a somewhat grand, honorary ceremony. I had grown up imaginin...
  • For a moment, I am home
    In the quiet of the morning, before the sun   spills over rooftops and drips through leaves,   on Besant Nagar’s sleepy streets,   dawn brea...
  • Of rajagopurams and filter coffee
    Some people speak of purpose as if it arrives with fanfare, a sudden knowing. Others describe it as sediment, accumulating grain by grain un...