I’m not a black mother or a white mother. I’m just a mother. I’m not a black person or a white person. I’m just a person. With a beating heart that can break. With blood that runs through my veins. With a sense of right and wrong etched deep in my psyche. The very same […]
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The Night Metallica Faded To Black
I had an epiphany at the Metallica concert in Bangalore a few days ago. If I was an Auntie in the crowd, Metallica was made up of Uncles. That made me feel much better as I looked around and saw rockers with vomit matted on their hair and lying prone in the thick, wet mud […]
The Success Of Failure
“We only hire native speakers.” This was the sixth time I had heard these words. My mouth turned dry, my face burned, and I felt the familiar sense of nausea. My sixth failure! I tried to protest yet again, the words beginning to sound hollow in my ears. I repeated what had come to me […]