I recall the monkey god’s gaze at the Ganapati Temple and my own impulsive desire to offer him a coconut.
In Jersey City’s India Square, the Hindu holiday is tempered and celebrated privately.
“In the Pakistan I grew up in, women prayed at home. Mosques were the kingdom of men.”
Do I get hungry? Yes, that’s the point.
“Surah Rahman and Surah Yasin. Very, very powerful!”
