A.B.C.D. (American Born Confused Desi)

You are lying on the bed with not a lot to do. You regard the popcorn ceiling and the bright light your father had installed to help you study better. It makes dark spots flash in front of your eyes. You catch a sudden whiff of food—notes of turmeric and curry leaves that you automatically adjust to. It sinks into your clothes. Continue reading “A.B.C.D. (American Born Confused Desi)”