“Mom, come on! We’re getting late, let’s go!” screamed a seven-year-old me at the top of her lungs, eager to get to her painting class. My younger brother stood beside me, surprisingly patient. Both of us were waiting for our mother to come downstairs. “I’m coming guys, hold on a minute. You know it’s not Read more…

Since my mom and dad had married against my grandparents’ wishes, I did not know much about my grandfather, Pulavar P.S. Krishnamurthy. By the time I reached my adolescence, they had accepted us and the family had been reunited for good. That’s when I got the opportunity to know my celebrity grandfather in person and Read more…

“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I have accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to Read more…