what i like.

what I like.

The feel of our apartment tile under my feet

Careening through traffic in an auto-rickshaw

The singsong greeting, “Namaskara,” accompanied by a shy smile

Everybody here thinks my kids are as cute as I do

The inspiring world of South Asian flat breads

what I don’t like.

When my shower turns cold before I can get all the shampoo out of my hair

Waking multiple times a night to the blood-curdling sound of dogs fighting

Stares wherever I go because I look different

The way my house helper calls me, “Ma’am”

The permanent gritty feeling in all of my shoes