I can’t wrap my head around why Mom thinks she’s some kind of romance expert. Her own marriage is practically circling the drain…
I general, I think life would be more fun if we took it down a notch.
It was five o’clock on a wet January afternoon. A fitful, undecided rain spat down on the streets of Amritsar winding its way through aggressive outbursts of thistly wind.
Today marks three years since my pa, RK Malhotra, left us. As I reflect on his life, I can’t help but smile at the quirks that made him, well, him.
Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg’s “The Studio” delivers a scalpel-sharp satire that exposes Hollywood’s inner workings through unflinching honesty and masterful storytelling.
There’s a question at the heart of Black Bag, the new espionage drama series, that no one says out loud, but it’s there in every sharp glance, every steely eyebrow raise, every suspicious pause over morning coffee: Would you kill for love?
Chanticleer Book Reviews recently wrote a lovely piece about my work, which was flattering, surreal, and mildly terrifying. They praised my commitment to storytelling rooted in authenticity—which is a great way of saying I like to write the messy stuff. The un-Instagrammable parts. The truth, even when it’s awkward or politically incorrect or makes my mother or my daughter call me with “notes.”
