My grandfather left me with a legacy that I'm afraid of losing.
Here are all the reasons why your desi abode will be missed this year.
I never realized that the distance between us would only bring us together.
Looking back now, the secret ingredient to her culinary mastery wasn’t the spices.
They're not just a useless trinkets to me - each object holds a profound memory.
I can stand on my own, even though I would prefer not to, all because of the lessons that they have enriched in me.
As I am stuck in the US with no way of going back to my country, I wonder if I have a home after all.
When I think of my grandparents, there are two stories that perfectly encapsulate the people I witnessed them to be.
It took me a while, but I'm proud to say I'm Kashmiri.
At the core of Ramadan is the sense of community - a scarcity, now, due to the closure of public spaces and the suspension of group meetings.
Keep those numbers under check!
I lost my god-sister, as a best friend, and it changed me.