By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly Today is the second day back in Cambodia, after six weeks in California. I go to a small side street just off Khan
By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly My son Kush turned six, half a world away.
By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly Our giant French doors are open today. There aren’t many other things in the room to distract, but even if there were, the balcony and the white rain beyond it command all of one’s attention. It looks and sounds like a television set that’s always on with loud static […]
By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly Our brown bus got to Phnom Penh right at 4 p.m. as promised. My son, husband, and I alighted on Monivong long before the official depot in the center of town. This was going to be a different kind of arrival, without the swarming of a thousand and one […]
By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly Little fish, a pooling of about 30, butt about in their prism while my son looks on, mesmerized, chewing a bit of salty fish head. On the far side of the tank, someone has painted spindly leaves, stones, a castle, and a starfish. Akira, the other member of our […]
By Dipika Kohli Northwest Asian Weekly Phnom Penh is hot, but not terribly so, and the air has a softness to it. People from around the world are here to invest, do business, and see the potential.
By Dipika Kohli Special to the Northwest Asian Weekly Old and scruffy. Wearing thongs and the loose, elephant-printed cotton trousers of the sort you only get on holidays in Southeast Asia. Mae Sai, in this case. Thailand. But his outfit wasn’t the first thing you noticed about the heavyset man in front of TESCO. It […]
By Dipika Kohli Special to Northwest Asian Weekly My aunt told me that it might be a good idea to sit for a while outside, in the park. Enjoy the ambient sounds of kids playing cricket. So I sat for a bit on a bench on our block East of Kailash. Two older gentlemen sat […]