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.
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