Monthly Archives: June 2016
I am visiting my parents in Calcutta, the city in which I grew up. Once again, like every time I come back here, I am filled with a sense of loss, a sense of longing for what can never be … Continue reading
“What do you fly from New York to Calcutta?”, my friend asked me. “Emirates”, I said. He chastised me, “How can you give your money to them? Emirates is subsidized by Dubai, which is as rich as it is because … Continue reading
My father does not swim. I’m not old enough to walk yet; my sister is a toddler. Balancing me on his arm, and holding her by the hand, He walks into the waves. My father loves the ocean.