Why is power most often used to exploit? – This has been a constant nagging question in my mind ever since I visited Peru recently. Maybe it hit too close to home, you know the one I left a few years ago in search of myself, the one being India. Peru – a country so […]
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My Place
“I feel at home everywhere because I never really am home anywhere.” – Isamu Noguchi Now, more than ever, this sentiment holds true for me. I could have said these words, because that’s how much I feel them, live them. Just a few years ago I had a dream – to live in New York […]
Grateful
Every morning I wake up to this beyond beautiful view – sunrise, rays beaming onto the face of the earth, the clouds lined up with a different story to tell everyday, and the green, all that green 🙂 And every morning I think, “How lucky am I to be here” – to witness this, to […]
We The People
It’s the small, smallest acts of kindness that are so powerful; powerful messages. A busy restaurant, many reservations, many more waiting. A patient host, warm and comforting, tending to his customers as though they were guests in his home. I’m describing probably a typical scene at the local Cambridge restaurant, Cafe Luna, with the only […]
Unfinished
Have you ever got that feeling, that usually starts with a thought, or most likely a question – about the unknown, the uncertain? Well that’s me right now, living right in the middle of it, this uncertainty. This post is coming straight from my heart, unbridled, unleashed by a series of thoughts and triggers – a song, […]
My Last Day in India
February 3, 2016 It had been my second winter break since I moved to New York. As excited as I was to go back the first time, I was that much more apprehensive the second time around. A lot had changed. I, myself, was in a transition, just about stumbling upon my own sense of […]
