Tea with ginger

“Where is Ratna?” I asked Shakila, who sat on the top step of the small cement staircase outside of Ravi’s house. She peered at me questioning, so I asked again. “Aparna?” She suggested, and I remembered that I needed to roll my “r” slightly to correctly pronounce the name. I tried again. Shakila’s face broke … More Tea with ginger


Bear with me, because this story is long. It is important to me, though, because from it has come not answers, but endless questions — the kind of questions stick in the mind, and can’t be shaken. What a week it’s been. I can honestly say that this has been one of the most exhausting, … More Dilemma

To the village

Breakfast at eight a.m. was the same, hard-boiled eggs with semi-sweet rice, and bread for buttering or peanut-buttering. After eating, I quickly packed olive-colored across-the-shoulder bag with my DSLR camera, water bottle, and wallet, and then found the car I was to take with Taylor, Stephan, Alex, and our guides (who were Surekah and Ratna) […]

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Do it for the chai

Despite the fact that I have traveled often throughout the past four years, I have not adjusted to the feeling of leaving one world and entering another. I still feel vividly uncomfortable, I haven’t figured out how to sleep on airplanes, and I become shy for a period of one to two days when I … More Do it for the chai


I’m sitting on the South Bend Line, in the second train to the nose, because I’m riding it all the way to South Bend Airport (and then, going to the University of Notre Dame). My planned route has taken far longer than it needed to, to get from point Orlando to point UND, but I … More Chicago