I grew up with lots of lovingly delivered good advice and life lessons from my mom, grandma, and uncles that bordered on the idealistic. I didn’t always take it seriously. But you know what they say — when the student is ready. So it was with me. Over the years, though,…
Posts tagged as “Memoir”
I opened my closet today–the one where I keep my saris–and could not stop crying. I think it must have been the nostalgia of hours of talking with my friend when I visited her in New Jersey a few weeks back. We were lost in conversations about “those” days. We first…
I desperately rummaged through my tote bag. The shopkeeper impatiently glared at me as if to say others are waiting, so could you please hurry up and finish your purchase? My eyes filled with tears when I realized that I would fall short by a few rupees to buy that beautiful multicolored saree. Mom…