This morning I watched a sweet little girl cry at KavehG Cafe in Danville. Not a tantrum cry, a defeat cry. Like someone had just told her the gum she accidentally swallowed will stay in her stomach for seven years. Her mom was on a call - something about Q1 projections - while the kid had just bombed a quiz in a BrainQuest Math Workbook from what I saw. “I’m so stupid,” she said to her pencil case. She appeared to be seven or eight… and looked as sincere as a diplomat contes

As an Indian woman who’s spent over a decade in Bay Area tech, I’ve been to enough desi (Indian) parties to notice one hilarious pattern: the women are thriving… and the men are quietly falling apart. I wrote a playful field guide to the “Menopausal Man.” Walk into any desi Bay Area party and you'll spot two distinct species. Species A : Women in their 40s and 50s - glowing, hydrated, discussing girls' trips to Portugal and that new bakery in Noe Valley. Species B : Their hus

First published on SheThePeople here I write because I need to write. I can’t go without it for too long. It’s my second love, my...

First published on MoneyControl here A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter, said award-winning American writer EB White in an interview to The Paris Review in the early 1900s. Timeless as that little nugget may sound, White would perhaps have to rethink that if he were alive today and writing for the screen. For one, the only use a writer can find for a typewriter in the current digital age is perhaps a

First published on Youth Ki Awaaz here The year was 1498, the place, well once can’t really be sure but somewhere near Tanzania. A tired...

First published in The Sunday Guardian here Inspiration is the springboard for creativity. Elusive as it may be in nature, it propels a...

Sounds of everything. Or those of nothingness. Noises of things man-made meant to aide or entertain, entering my world without consent....

My American friends, Fussball and Zealot (names changed to convey personality traits) had just returned from a long vacation to India so...

My dining choices are frequently dictated by weather rather than cravings or hunger. For instance, three consecutive rainy nights = time...

Starbucks. San Francisco. A sluggish Friday afternoon. A sugar-free non-fat cappuccino and momentary lapse of control that leads to a...

Unless you live in a sorority or a glossy magazine you have no visibility into what the real world for perpetually put-together women...

I drag myself to a yoga class I hadn’t tried before—Hatha Yoga. My bar was pretty low. As long as the room was not unnaturally heated...