White in the Desert

As you walk through the medina men call out to you, trying to guess from your appearance where you’re from,...

The Welsh exist exclusively in my mind as men. No, I know they’re not Tolkien’s dwarves, sprung fully formed, beards and all, from the ground. But my entire perception of Wales is through the robust verse of Dylan Thomas: tortured poets with dark hair and darker eyes and wicked smiles; mistakes waiting to happen; all […]

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My dog is dying. A degenerative disease has completely paralyzed her back legs. It will spread slowly, with apathetic deliberation, and it will take over her entire body. My dog is dying. I have known this for months, seen the videos of my dad carrying her up and down the stairs, discussed her doctor visits […]

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(Welcome to Budapest)   At 4AM, I quickly fall asleep as the bus pulls away in the early morning darkness of Krakow. I’m not awake when I say goodbye to Poland but her scent will linger with me for the rest of my journey. My eyes lazily open to gleaming sunlight. Without needing to consult […]

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At LAMDA, we plunge into the winter term with the haunting, bone invading, darkness of the Jacobeans. Jacobean plays, to classify them on a purely experiential level, are like Shakespeare if you take all of his lofty language and chain it down to the depths of Tartarus ——there’s the beauty and intelligence of his heavenly […]

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I was raped. Now, listen.   I was raped by a friend, not a stranger. I was sober, not drunk. I willingly went into the room, I was not tricked. I was flirtatious, I did not want sex. I was silent, I did not scream. I was still, I did not fight. I stayed afterwards, […]

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Though I have only been in London for a few brief months, I have had the great fortune to already consider myself a regular attendee of the London theatre scene. I’ve had all kinds of visceral responses: I’ve wept, I’ve laughed, and I’ve been bored to delirium. In short, I’ve been to the theatre. But […]

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In this blog I have oft acknowledged myself as a nomad. I call myself that not because I am person without a home, but rather because I am creature who counts the hearts of many places and people to be her home. Despite my wandering ways, my inherent nomadism has always been transposed with purpose; […]

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I’ve never written a word about guns in America. I don’t make public declarations, I don’t speak about devastation or loss or mental health or male privilege. I don’t tell anyone what I think or what I feel. I play it close to the chest. For the shootings that make me cry—(and, no, I don’t […]

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This blog has always exclusively remained a forum for my travels. I have tried to keep it as such because I know that I have too many commitments during the better part of the year to actively maintain this blog to my own high standards and the standards of the good people who indulge me […]

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One of my favorite novels of all time is Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri. The book is a collection of nine short stories about the lives of Bengali and Bengali Americans struggling to deal with their identities and relationships. One of the most powerful stories in the novel is the first one entitled “A […]

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