Calla DohOn being human: Reflections on my last 24 hours in IndiaAs I prepare to leave India for Seoul in less than twelve hours, time feels even more fluid and nebulous than ever before.Jul 261Jul 261
Calla DohThe Art of NoticingThe unrelenting, arid heat of the Northern Indian summer enveloped me in a bone-dry embrace. Despite the steady whir of the fan to my left…Jul 24Jul 24
Calla DohFocusing on we, not meTwelve thousand kilometers from home, one hundred forty of Ram’s meals, fifty-six nights of sleep, five village visits, two daily masala…Jul 151Jul 151
Calla DohThe Life-Changing Power of AweFaint streaks of fuchsia ribbon through the fading blue sky — the first sunset since I touched down in India over a month ago. Strings of…Jul 63Jul 63
Calla DohNations are made up of people.A pink dupattā (Indian shawl-like scarf) peeks out from the bottom right corner of the window pane. A young girl’s eyes curiously scan the…Jun 212Jun 212
Calla DohFrom Colorado to Delhi: One week under the same skyHow a night in the middle-of-nowhere Colorado has helped me find a renewed sense of meaning in my work in India.Jun 113Jun 113
Calla DohLife happens right now: Reflections from my first 24 hours in IndiaMusings on time, living in the moment, and my first day in IndiaJun 13Jun 13