Lakshmi Iyer's Blog, page 13

Disconnect

A viral story about three desi women being harassed by a woman of Mexican descent in Plano, Texas made it rounds through my circles. The outrage was immediate and furious. The reactions ranged from “how could a person with immigrant heritage do this” to “why was the bond set so low”. In those same circles…

Falling Leaves, Change In Pace

Under the glare of lamps in an almost deserted parking lot, our family of five stood in the night breeze, savoring the chill and, watching a beautiful fireworks show. The fireworks capped a lovely day spent shopping for back to school clothes, bags and supplies. As our older children picked out outfits, Saathi and I…

Because This Is My First Life

“It’s easier to be crazy than explain something that people can’t understand. It’s more convenient that way. It’s better to be crazy than pathetic.” I fell headlong into the trap that is kdrama in July. My latest obsession is this lovely show called “Because This Is My First Life” that explores relationships. It takes on…

Parenting From The Sidelines

For a brief few hours last evening, I sat on the porch of a friend’s home chatting, ordering pizzas and watching a group of over ten kids walk to the park, chat and interact with each other. My gangly twins and the stocky youngest fit in seamlessly. They made their own sub groups, congregating and…

The Quality Of Time

It’s a Thursday. I am feeling optimistic, the trait Jupiter is synonymous with. I am excited when I am on the phone with Amma when she stops me in my tracks with “why are you delving this deep into astrology? isn’t it enough for you to have a passing knowledge?…” My conversation with her meanders…

New Home. New Keys.

Nope. I am not moving. My book baby is. Why is my Hair Curly? is officially now part of the Pratilipi family under the Westland/Red Panda banner. What has changed? On the surface, not much. The book will soon be available in paperback, ebook and, audio. However, being part of the Pratilipi family makes it…

Inexorable Change

It is quiet in the morning as I unload the dishes. There is enough light to make it seem like it is later than it actually is. A deer is cavorting in my yard. The vegetation looks sinfully lush. A baby deer gambols outside the fence waiting for the mother. Amid the greenery, I spy…

Pilgrimage To India

The smooth flow of cars on the highway, the towering trees flanking our roads, the ease of exit from the immigration all made me wistful. Returning from over three weeks of travel in India, the contrast was stark. We (our family of five) left to India early June. I had a spreadsheet filled with all…

Impotence: School Shootings Edition

I watch my gangly girls walk out the door, laughing and ribbing each other. Their hoodies make them indistinguishable from each other as I see them walk away. I swallow a curious lump as they make the bend and disappear from my vision. An hour later, I wave bye to my youngest, still pudgy with…

Searching For Home

The yearning to go back to the place I once called home has been deepening, solidifying into something tangible in my body. When writers and poets talk about the pull of the land, I feel it these days, the weight, the tactile feeling of being attached to land, smells and, the memories they bring with…