Savita Iyer

Is there such a thing as trauma and pain—both known and unknown—that’s passed from generation to generation? And if so, how do these wounds shape lives in…

In my hand I hold a box of Clairol Root Touch-up in Black, chanced upon while cleaning my dresser drawers. I check the expiry date—it is still valid. And…

There is a point in Colson Whitehead’s novel, “The Nickel Boys,” when you think—when you hope—that things will turn out for the better for his…

I believe in high heels.I can still remember prancing around the living room of my childhood apartment in my mother’s white satin stiletto sling backs.…