I always wanted to leave. For as long as I can remember, I dreamed about living somewhere else. Home wasn’t an awful place to be. Inside were parents and siblings and toys and blankets and radios and televisions and food. I was not lacking for material things but I never felt satisfied. I wanted adventure,…
Read more 50 Stories, Week 33: Far From Home
Over the course of my career, I would occasionally have to spend a week in the south of France for a conference. ‘Having’ to spend your days overlooking the Mediterranean and socializing with colleagues from around the world could be seen as a sacrifice, I imagine. Working around the clock for a solid week –…
Read more 50 Stories, Week 26: The Conjurer
It is the fall of 2000… after I say no to Richard’s offer of marriage and move out, after my father dies of a heart attack slash esophageal cancer, after I struggle with multiple jobs and roommates and unavailable men, after I move back into Richard’s newly purchased apartment building to live right below him……
Read more 50 Stories, Week 21: A Marathon, of sorts
Hari Om! I arrived in Rishikesh Monday afternoon and promptly took a five hour nap. This jet lag has been worse than usual. I’m both tired and excited so pushing myself to stay awake and then crashing, hard. I got my first full night’s sleep in a week and then like clockwork, woke up with…
Read more Recovering in Rishikesh
I arrived in Delhi late Thursday night and after grabbing some water, cash and a SIM card, went to get a taxi. Outside the airport, there were 100 men for every woman. And the women weren’t alone. This whole ‘there are lots of single women traveling alone in India’ thing I read about must be…
Read more Delhi days
In a few hours, I’ll be boarding a flight bound for Delhi to spend the next 40 days in India. If you asked me in the last 25 years why I wanted to go, I’d give my shpiel about having a best friend who is Indian since I was 16 or having practiced yoga since…
Read more Why India?