The Loss of an IdolWriting is cathartic. As an impressionable child, I filled pages of my journal with the limited vocabulary I possessed, about innocuous…Mar 2, 2018Mar 2, 2018
Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic“This is the very last time. Never again!” — I should hire someone to keep count of the number of times I have reiterated these words. My…Jul 12, 2017Jul 12, 2017
I am Indian and I am Not SorryA few months ago on a beautifully rare sunny day in Chicago, I was out with my camera, when a man walked up to me asked me if I was from…Jul 11, 20171Jul 11, 20171
