My surgeon father told me that operations were frightening, because some people lived, some died, and some dangled in between. The ones that almost died were downright terrifying.

We live in the time of rampant beards and man buns. But beards are to me what Donald Trump is to factual information, incompatible.

Even as I picked the English-medium lifestyle, my dad resolutely stuck to his Hindi-medium one. To grow into another language, I unwittingly outgrew my own father.