Munish Sharma | South Asian
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South Asian Tag

In January of 2009 I had my first meeting with South Asian Arts. We were planning on cooking something up together: butter chicken. I Can't Believe It’s Not Butter Chicken was a South Asian-centric sketch comedy show Leena Manro and I had created as an outlet...

I’ll be a flower Others can aspire to be gods or goddesses, Kings or queens I will be a delicate flower Embody your spirit guides and the metaphors of magnificent beasts You can give me soil I’ll be a sweet scented flower bound to this earth Lay claim to the top of...

Asha sat on her grandma's lap and watched as her mother tickled her baby brother Soroush. "Ma!" Soroush had just learned to say his first word. "Ma!" Asha’s dad had run to the kitchen to grab his phone. Mom was so excited that she wanted to record Soroush’s first...

Then let me be lost in it Imagination Endless amounts of it As if it were the very waterfalls that flow from the dreadlocks of the cosmic dancer himself. Your reality seems dry to me Like a fish in those waves of creative curiosity I will play.   While others ask...

Munish sat next to his father on the couch. He looked outside, he had asked for snow for his visit home and he got it. It wasn’t the big snowfalls of his childhood but like most things from your childhood eventually things become small. Except Dad. Maybe he had...