His Favorite Color

He said my eyes are your favorite color. “Brown?”, I questioned puzzled. No, he smiled as he pushed my hair out of my face. Your eyes are the color of whiskey and copper against honey. Hazelnuts and gingerbread like the feeling of coming inside from the harsh winter winds to be wrapped up in blanket…

Ami Bangali (I am Bengali)

Where are you from? That question is possibly the most familiar chorus I’ve heard my entire life. From people all over this country to those who speak my mother tongue. My question is where do I start? The early days when my khaki wrapped the shari around me and adorned me with gold necklaces bigger…

Dear Everyone: My Culture is NOT A Costume

From a recent writing piece of mine that got published in Brown Girl Magazine, I was attacked for my blonde hair. The assumptions of my own South Asian sisters accusing me of trying to be white because to them I didn’t look “brown” enough. With the negativity there were many of you who were supportive,…

The Light in Me, Honors the Light in You

“The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union.” -Rabindranath Tagore I remember meditating at the end of my practice in Ardha Padmasana (Half Lotus) at the age of 15 as the Indian yoga guru talked about the benefits…

Made Out of Brown Sugar, Honey & Gold

As Spring is approaching, well more like summer here in Houston, you can already see all the “brown” also known as Desi/South Asians preparing for hibernation until winter comes around. Both males and females fear the sun like the apocalypse. It’s that time of the year where Bengali Aunties give you random skin brightening remedies…