Kerala. Kerala. Kerala. I’d heard so much about it that I knew I had to visit. When I saw how affordable the plane tickets were I nearly spit out my chai. It was settled.
I approached Bharti on a sweltering day in mid-April. She was resting in her favorite spot—a well-shaded staircase in the rear of the building.
If women are art then Rokeya Qaiser is a masterpiece. As she sits across from me with her bangles clinking, hands expressing anxiety, and dark hair rippling…… Read more “4 Indian Femme Perspectives: Rokeya Qaiser”
Unlike many people, young and old, Sonali does not appear to be missing any pieces. She is a complete sculpture that will get better with age, but she is complete nonetheless.
Sometimes an individual cannot help but answer the question underlying the one explicitly posed. Here we were, a woman and a bud, sitting over curries talking about womanhood when the question was about gratitude.
To hear the voice of one is to amplify and simultaneously silence the voices of many.
This road trip was planned over 4 beers, in 3 hours, 2 days in advance, with one deal-sealing handshake.
Sadness is inherently draining and abusive. Sadness is an external and internal enemy that works from the inside out to slacken your limbs and corrupt your spirit.…… Read more “How to Salvage Joy in Times of Sadness”
If P is true or Q is true and P is false, then Q is true
3 Cities: 2 Climates: 1 Backpack