Zindagi bhar nahin bhoolegi woh Purple barsaat ki raat

Or: Prince, my mother, brother, father (and ur sister 2), & me by Tanuja Desai Hidier **2016 BPM** Dearly Beloved, My mama she loved U Wrote me when they found U New England—North London En route 2 our girls’ school   Trans-Atlantic we mourned U WhatsApp; Gram-on-phone too… What’s funny and so true My memories… Read More

The Holy Riverman

by Rajeev Balasubramanyam  An insecure, bullied child in darkest, whitest Lancashire, I wanted two things: to fit in, and to be weird. Fitting in was never a realistic proposition. I was the only non-white kid for miles around; far shorter than everyone else, barely knew the rules of football (I loved cricket), left-handed, South Indian (a… Read More