Sujatha Bagal

Stories and essays on food, travel, culture.

Phelps, marijuana and the suddenly empty pedestal

My eight-year-old thinks Phelps is the coolest dude ever to walk the earth. With a devotion hitherto only accorded to cricket, soccer and football, he devoured the swim events at … Continue reading

February 22, 2009

Ajji (Grandmother)

By the time I was 30, I’d lost all four of my grandparents. I know my paternal grandparents as Avva and Thatha, but only by way of referring to them … Continue reading

December 11, 2008

Anatomy of a miscarriage

It hit me finally on the British Airways flight from London to Washington, D.C. Something was terribly wrong. I was six weeks pregnant and I was bleeding heavily. In the … Continue reading

August 22, 2006

The Streets of Philadelphia – Deccan Herald

This past 13th* marked 13 years since the day I arrived in the US – with two huge suitcases, one handbag and one really thick jacket my mom and I … Continue reading

October 10, 2005

Why are the first steps the most difficult?

I carried my son, cradled in my arms, out of the house and into the garage. I had his “diaper bag” (a backpack, really, because we were “cool parents” and … Continue reading

October 1, 2005

Chacha

My memories of Pedda Chacha (a combination of Telugu and Hindi, literally meaning “big uncle”), my father’s oldest brother, range from extremely dim to non-existent. Even those dim recollections may … Continue reading

September 15, 2005

9/11 remembered

A generation ago, the question was, “Where were you when President Kennedy was shot?” For my generation, there are too many questions. Tragedies and calamities abound in our collective memories, … Continue reading

September 9, 2005