New Delhi, Aug. 26 -- In a quiet yet modern corner of Dubai, in a home fragrant with karak chai and dhoklas and the recurring sound of Coke Studio Music playing on Youtube, lives a woman who has defied every expectation the world had set for her. Me. Pakistani. Tamilian. Married to an Indian. Gujarati. A quiet miracle of contradictions but a mother above all else.

I was born in Karachi, raised with the poetry of Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Tina Sani's ghazals and the passed down ache of a generation that learned both pride and pain from Partition. A place where every street corner holds a memory, where cricket is a religion and mangoes are a season-long celebration. I never imagined that one day, I would raise a child fathered by a man from a co...