: About Me

The Destroyer of All Evil We called him Dusty. He was my favorite of the clan. It was a large, tight knit group we had. The eldest of three Indian brothers, my dad, met a charming young woman, my mom, in Boston. He married her more for convenience than true love, though there was plenty of passion, and it didn't work out. While my parents and younger maternal aunt, my stepmother, were visiting India my father fell for the younger sister. Unbeknownst to my father, my mother had fallen for his youngest brother, a gentleman much closer to her then age. The split was amiable, and, in fact, my ...