TWI Writerly: On Her Own Terms

By Aashna Moorjani Mom wakes up every day at six. Though my brother and I protest, she insists on making our breakfasts and lunches. Our attempts to give her a break are half hearted, anyway. Bowls of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches somehow taste better when she prepares them. While my brother and I are…

TWI Writerly: Didu’s Achaar

I fill my suitcase with food preparations that remind me of my childhood, tastes familiar to my tongue and reviving memories of long-lost days. But now, this is even more heightened because of the current situation.” By Susmita Bhattacharya Summer. The word summer means one thing to me. Okay, two. One is of course mangoes….

TWI Writerly : Turning 50- Looking Back – And Ahead

“Now, I’m approaching 50 and it seems like this might be the time for a check-in.” By Anusha Shrivastava Fifty. That’s the figure which struck me upon reading a birthday card in elementary school: “On every birthday morning, count your age by friends, not years.” That’s the number which seemed attainable. At the time, I…

Simplicity is radical and empowering

As Sejal Shah’s collection of essays This Is One Way to Dance comes out, a collaborative conversation between Gayatri Sethi, Sejal Shah, and Namrata Poddar. A few months ago, I was browsing my Facebook feed when not one, but two South Asian writer friends posted thoughtful praise about This Is One Way to Dance by…

TWI Writerly: On Nayomi Munaweera

Ariadne Wolf I’m sitting here, November 2017, in the raucous Mills College tea shop with Nayomi Munaweera, my MFA workshop professor here for the past four months. Bright-eyed and clever, Munaweera’s classes involve loud outbursts of laughter, dissection of modern politics, and sensitive yet probing critiques. Prone to disconcertingly penetrating smiles, bright lipstick and better clothes than her students, Munaweera makesfor a terrifying…