Like every Indian parent, my father valued a well-rounded education and saw it as the key to a better life. He only expected the best...

When it happened, everyone claimed that the grief would only last a year until I was able to move on, so I consoled myself with this...

My mother was still a student when she had me and literally had to take her final exams with me crying my lungs out next to her...

At the time, Pablo Escobar, a drug lord and narco-terrorist, was wreaking havoc in Colombia and my parents didn’t feel that living there...

But thoughts of death don’t just go away. They linger like the plague. They interject themselves at every turn and persuade you that life...