Nucleus

A personal reflection on Diwali — part laughter, part longing — where food, diyas, and memory coalesce, reminding us that love glows quietly long after the night quietens to your breath. I don’t consider myself particularly religious (veering right seems to be very happening these days) — more spiritually leaning, if that makes sense. That doesn’t mean I’m sitting in lotus yoga poses wearing Lululemon pants, seeking enlightenment, hot and sweaty, or meditating for hours to tr

I wrote this on a summer evening when my dad was still here — full of energy, wit, and stubborn charm. Now, months after he’s gone, his footsteps still echo in memory. This is my way of standing by him, once more.