cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I am from a country of more than a billion people From Indian and Pakistani roots I am from a place of many hands and caregivers but no one to call Mom and Dad I am from spices, colorful saris, traditions focused on light From zesty smells of turmeric, ginger, and cardamom I am from…
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I was first a daughter who was born to a beautiful young mother near Sarita Vihar, India. My First Mother loved me deeply, and she called me hers. I was then an Orphan, as I was unjustly separated from her arms. I never knew my First Father’s face or arms, and for that I grieve.…
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“I feel like I wasted my time”, I said to my mom through tears.
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