Words matter.
I write about Motherhood, Career, Feminism & Social Justice issues. I also write poems sometimes.
On serendipity, and being a teacher
6 years ago, there was a girl trembling and shaking in front of her English teacher/ high school counselor’s office. Struggling to submit the last bit of my early application to Brown, I recalled…
On Days like This
On days like this I close my eyes, smearing my tears away
Drowning deep in the waters, swirling without grace
Valentine Thoughts
It's been four years, but you don't forget memories of the person who was your first love. So, as a Valentine's tradition, I decided to take a trip down memory lane.
Grandfather’s Violin
Thrice a week for five years — be it rainy or sunny, holiday or school day, busy or free, grandfather would drive me, on his rustic, old-fashioned bicycle, to violin classes.
Twenty Summers
Today marks the 20th summer of my life. I never really liked summer as much as I love winter, despite being born in summertime.
Amidst the Starry Sky
Every summer night, zillion of stars would rise, sparkle, twinkle, enlarge, then fall on top of the roof, next to the valley, by the swimming pool, up the AQ hill, and on the Wada’s open stairs.