Closing Capstone of a year, to a Lifetime of Curiosity

For the final closing project of my Global Citizen Bridge Year, I presented to my old Black Nationalism class. My old teacher Mr. Green had called me the night before and said the vlass was studying about India and the Bandung conference, and was wondering…

03 May, 2018

American cooking for the modern Indian family

My host family once again asked me to make dinner. Niraj, my host dad said it was my duty for Sunday nights, and I had 3 hours to whip something up. I knew I didn't know how to cook very well, especially not Indian dishes,…

01 February, 2018

The Proposal

To share a slightly less deep blog post, and to keep your interest going, let me tell you about October 20th. The day I was proposed to by a Indian travel guide. My host family and I had walked up this beautiful mountain in Humpi,…

22 October, 2017

Bitter Discourses

The first day I arrived in my host family, my grandmother me an old book called Bitter Discourses. It smelled of curry and old dust, but she said it was one of her most sacred books, and to not damage it, or specifically, put it…

22 October, 2017

Bitter Discourses

The first day I arrived in my host family, my grandmother me an old book called Bitter Discourses. It smelled of curry and old dust, but she said it was one of her most sacred books, and to not damage it, or specifically, put it…

18 September, 2017

The Sky Will Look the Same

The reddening of the sky is always intensified when it’s near the horizon, transitioning into a soothing orange at night. It’s a loving yellow in the morning, and a clarifying blue during the daylight. The sky will look the same. So the adventure begins. I…

22 August, 2017