Feb7

The Inscrutable Indian Nod

The other day, a colleague wanted my opinion on a chart she’d compiled. “What do you think? Is this fine?”, she asked. I gave her what I thought was an enthusiastic nod to indicate, “Bilkul perfect! Lage raho”, only to receive a puzzled stare in return. Maybe I wasn’t vigorous enough, I thought. So I […]

Jan21

Migrant Memoirs

It’s been over six years since I left home. Six years since a half dozen doting elders shed bucketsful of tears at the airport. Six years since I swapped meandering on Marine Drive for sauntering down the South Bank and Saint-Laurent.
I could barely contain my mirth when all my uncles and aunts went misty-eyed over […]