FromPoetry: My father wrote his share of poems in high school in India. He still recites verses—though never his own—in Punjabi on occasional late evenings. My mother, the daughter of a schoolteacher and at the top of her high school class in a village not far from my father’s, c...
Nibbling samosas as devotional music played overhead, I made the usual Punjabi chitchat with tycoons, politicos and members of the armed forces. For Indian elders this generally means prying into one's marital affairs. One magnate offered to arrange me a marriage to a nice Sikh girl. I said...