Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar

Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar
Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar is an Indian American. Her husband came to Columbus Ohio from India in 2004 for a short project which extended beyond the realm of months. She then followed him with their two-year old son wound around her neck because marriages are not known to survive continents. Her heart was ripped asunder at leaving family behind but Columbus welcomed her with open arms. It has been home since then. Never has she felt like an outsider.She loves the diverse and inclusive culture of the city and enjoys its four distinct seasons. She will forever be indebted to her parents for educating her beyond their means. Anything good, she says, is the genes she inherited. All the bad is a result of mutations. She works as an Informational Technology Lead, reviewing codes and systems during the day, cooking in the evening and then curling up with a book at night. A cup of hot tea brings a smile to her lips, especially if it’s made by her husband. Her thoughts find words while on her usual Fitbit-powered solitary walks or in the shower. She then downloads them to her blog Puny Fingers, which is a medley of personal essays, poems, and fiction. Her son, now a towering teenager, teaches her the common colloquial expressions and corrects her pronunciations.

Cradling the Moment

I watch his sleeping face In the seat next to mine Leaning on the window of the plane Pimples and their traces on forehead A thin line of hair on upper lip Few strands hanging from the chin   A foot...

Lesson Learned

Back from his five nights At the band camp I bombarded my teenage son With questions- What did you eat? Was it hot and humid? Did you use the sunscreen? What time did you sleep? What was the best part? Did...