“Specialized in foreign & domestic” – this sign for Joe’s Auto Repair in Williamsburg, Brooklyn is what first sparked the idea for this blog post in my mind. “Am I foreign or domestic?”, I thought. What defines me to be foreign or domestic? Is it because I wasn’t born here the reason I’m foreign, or […]
Passed down over generations Started by one It’s what has always been done // Don’t disobey elders, They know better, Why can’t a child know more? College is an institution that grooms your career Why can’t I, the world, explore? Marriage is a scared bond Between a man and a woman Why? Does love look […]
There used to be a time, not so long ago, (well actually…pretty long ago), when I would write out my agony, the emotions that defined me. It was the inception of my relationship with poetry. Oh the sweet, sweet years of teenage, where every emotion that you feel is as high as heaven, as fiery as […]
There’s a lot going on / So much change all around / It makes me worry I’ll forget / The things that make life great / The things that made me me / All those cherished memories / So much in my head / A million new things every breath / Will all those old […]
India, May 2018 Two and a half years later, here I was in the land where my roots are. Many more versions of me later, here I was in the city where I was a misfit. Exponential opportunities of growth later, here I was where everything was the same and different all at once. Oddly, […]
Being a misfit had always been a feeling way too familiar to me. And over the years I’d had more than my fair share of emotional battles attempting to conquer it, to fit in. At first I would ask myself why – why am I so different, so ambiguous, so confused. Then I began accepting […]
A place unimaginable, forlorn, and fearful. A place you have to pass by, pass through, sometimes live in. A place that is born in a single thought – “I don’t know.” If you think about it, this is said so many times, it might as well be the most known thing you hear. What do […]
Goodbye to All That. Didion does it again. She was 29. I remember when I first visited New York City, I stepped out of the bus onto the curb outside Bryant park and looked up. The lights lit, the city grit, this was it. I turned around and said to my mother, “I want to […]
Yes. I’m here. In The Dam. Sitting in a coffee shop – Brug34 – by the canal. A cappuccino, a mac, a story begins. I’ve been dreaming of this for so many months, of what it would feel like, of what it would be, of what I would think, in this moment. The reality is […]
There is a deep sense of satisfaction in doing what you love. No, I’m not simply saying this in the ‘big picture of life’ kind of way. Sitting on my bed, wrapped up in my comforter, warm tea and a candle by my bedside, and my Mac on my lap – writing – I’m certainly […]
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