A Rant About My Culture (Part 1)

I’ve always been in love with my culture and all the pieces that fit into it - the food I eat, the clothing I can wear, the languages I can speak, the religion I practice, and the values that I am  enveloped by. But one of the things I would like to put a stop…

Don’t Get Used to It.

I sat on a bunch of rocks and waited for the school van every morning. In Chennai, and at least where I was attending school at the time, there weren't school buses. It was a bunch of us squeezed into a sticky and atrocious smelling van. It was always worse in the afternoons, especially on…

That Time Someone Called Me Ugly (and all those times I cried)

I am so happy that I am finally able to write a post like this because there was once a time when I couldn't even face my peers at school or open my mouth in class because I was so so so afraid of what people would say about the way I looked or the…