[Granada Diaries. August 2011.] Let me tell you a story. In a resplendent little hostel nestled amidst the cobblestoned slopes of Albayzin, Granada, worked a man from Boston by the name of Nick. I met this friendly young man during my travels this summer when I stayed at the Makoto Backpacker's Hostel. He showed me… Continue reading A Backpacking Story
[Denver Diaries. September 2011.] Caitlin mentioned that she experienced "reverse culture shock" upon returning to California after spending two years in Uganda. I get what she meant. I had no culture shock whatsoever when I first arrived in the United States, but after a summer in Costa Rica, Spain and France, it's going to take… Continue reading Of Lists and Things
[Delhi Diaries. October 2012.] Three months since I moved to Delhi and started my first full-time job. I have things on my mind, a lot of them possibly nonsensical : 1. A (surprisingly painless) first - I got a tattoo! 2. I'm tired of Facebook activism. 3. Delhi schools ought to stress on the use of the "magic words"… Continue reading Stuff
[Chennai Diaries. December 2012.] I'm all about change; I thrive on it. I've grown up all across the country, moving every two years, attending six different schools. It's an adventure, and it beats doing the same-thing-every-other-day-for-the-rest-of-my-life. Except at times like these. I'm going back to the city where I've spent ten long years of my… Continue reading Going Backwards
[Denver Diaries. June 2012.] Gertrude Margaret Lowthian Bell, ever since the day I first heard of her, has been a source of utter fascination to me. She was a lot of things - writer, traveller, political officer, an influential woman in a man's domain - but she is perhaps best known for her contribution to… Continue reading “Songs of a Dead Laughter, Songs of Love Once Hot…”
Chennai, India. 1998. The family crowds around the scrumptious feast on the living room floor. It is June; outside, the sun shines down upon the city of Madras unforgivingly. Crows screech, dogs nap in the shade, and over-ripe mangoes hang limply from the trees. Grandma carries the plate of applams, hot off the stove, and… Continue reading Mangoes, Overripe.
[Seville Diaries. August 2011.] So I was sitting outside a coffee shop, sipping hot chocolate and people-watching. Obviously my experience in Sevilla is unique because I happen to be a tourist, just passing through. But, as I watched cars whizzing by and people walking in and out of restaurants or jogging on the streets iPod… Continue reading Hot Chocolate Makes Me Think