Tui amar jaan. A mix of Bengali and Hindi combined translating to, “You are my life.” Hearing these words from my mom and being greeted in a tight hug from her was all it took for my mood to...

Black raven strands gleam at the touch of the brush. She threads the fine fibers into three, interlacing the hair with ease. I look in the mirror. She hums with each ginger skim, her eyes closed as if...

Twirling around in our backyard while an electric blue whale shaped sprinkler softly rains on our heads, my sister and I’s laughter rings out like the chimes of a dozen bells. The memory is etched into...

You know when you’re around 5 or 6 years old? Just tall enough to see over the kitchen counter and the dinner your parents are preparing. The helter-skelter shuffle of mail scattered around, your toys...

Running late to school, I bound down the stairs. As I go to grab an energy bar, a plate of idlis with peanut chutney and a filled Hydro Flask waits for me on the counter. My family has lived in...

My sister is my best friend. People around us are always surprised to see how close the two of us are. We’ve always been told that we were different from other siblings, but I didn’t realize...