Prianka Mathieu is an LA-based writer and filmmaker whose new memoir, Bird, Milk, and

mosquito bones chronicles her parapetetic search for home, from Kashmir to England, to Arabia to Michigan to Rome and finally to

Los Angeles. Tonight she gives her brief but spectacular take on what home means

to her today.

My parents met at, it's kind of like a Hindu bar mitzvah, it's called a make hall.

They claim it was arranged, it was not arranged.

Listen, my parents have been together for 40 some years.

They're an incredible partnership.

And my father has this hilarious practical approach,

which is he believes that all marriages should be agreed to an eight-year

options and every eight years you go hey do we still want to be married and you go yeah

or no I mean it's not the worst I do.

My book is called Bird Milk and Mosquito Bones. I was born in Surinagar Kashmir at the foothills of the Himalayas.

I lived there on and off until I was two and a half,

and then spent a big part of the year there

until I was nine because of mounting violence in the region.

We had to leave and we couldn't go back. I moved to London, we moved

to Rea, Saudi Arabia, we lived in suburban New York, we lived in Michigan. My maternal

grandfather, Nana G, definitely created an army of strong sort of

pathologically, assert of women, so that's all I knew was to go out in the world with this very

confident, noisy attitude.

He was always chain smoking, and he waxed and twirled his mustache,

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