It was a typical winter day in December — slightly hazy with sunlight filtering in through the tall neem, gulmohar, and mango trees lining the …
Why We Feel Nostalgic When It Rains
I have experienced it and desired it for years without knowing there is a word for it. But I’ve finally discovered it! Petrichor. I said it out …
Laundry Love
Sunday was laundry day. As a graduate student, I hated Sunday evenings, especially snowy, slushy, and cold evenings. My only concerns were having enough quarters, …
The Truth About Día de los Muertos
It’s a party! And you are invited, along with your friends, family, and dead ancestors. Before you imagine a morbid and gruesome scenario, know that …
Global Citizen: How to Positively Engage with a Furiously Globalizing World
Are you interested in not only traveling the world but also in positively impacting it in your own distinctive way? Do you want to help …
My Definition of Home
In The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy says, “There’s no place like home,” and she travels from Oz back to Kansas only to learn that she never really …
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Walking along the bluff, Through swaying trees, Catching glimpses of a fiery orb Rising from the lake. Walking into a spider’s web And a swarm …