I'm Kiran, I'm a dreamer. A writer. A singer. A mother. An ugly crier. An Indian-American. Who loves Gandhi. My stories are full of truth that is sometimes hard for me to say out loud. This blog is where I overcome my fears and live (and love) out loud.
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Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff
New Year’s Day, 2012
I was tired. I was sitting at my brother-in-law and sister-in-law’s house, waiting for a funeral that shouldn’t have been happening. I was exhausted, emotionally drained.
Defeated.
So I did what any normal person would do. I insulted the gay people who were sitting next to me.
Because if I have learned one thing in life, it’s that when the going gets rough, just take it out on the gays.
I was sitting in family’s house, mourning the loss of my seventeen year old niece on New Year’s Day.
In a house crowded with her memories, her parents’ grief and so few “right” words. Because really, what ARE the right words?
2 Days Ago
Two days earlier, I had been standing in my kitchen, preparing for New Year’s with my mother-in-law. We had just been to Wegman’s, where we sampled too many cheeses. But we were excited. For New Year’s Eve. For a brand new start.











