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,...

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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In Bangladesh the end of Ramadan culminates in the Eid al-Fitr Festival or “The Festival of Breaking of the Fast.” During the Eid weekend the city of Dhaka empties. Rather than stay and try and operate in this ghost town, several friends and I, rather impulsively, decided to take advantage of the diversity and ease […]

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Toilets are not sexy, especially the ones in Bangladesh, and no one wants to talk about mensuration and diarrheal diseases, separately or in relation to one another.  Now, the above statement might seem obvious to most to say the least. But these are the topics I have come to Bangladesh to discuss and immerse myself […]

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Once upon a time I abhorred the word feminism. Rather than associating it with a history of courageous struggles, I thought “Feminists, those are those women that go around without shaving or wearing a bra, touting how much they hate men.” Though I have always been pro woman, have always stood for and believed in […]

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