While American women wrestle with the superwoman syndrome, we in India and developing countries have internalized the double shift

The Melting Kulfi It's 2024. AI is engulfing everything. There was an epidemic four years ago. Climate change is everywhere. Now I understand why my amma and dadi used to say, "It's our sins." Whenever there were more rains, more floods, more dust storms. But my mother is worried about the black crow. It snatches snacks from my brother's children. And spoils the white shelwar-kameez Which has just been washed and put out to dry. Meanwhile, the muezzin is calling out the praye

My Delhi fits me like an oversized hoodie, In its extremes of cold and heat, we survive in solidarity You will find balconies dripping with