2019-05-31
From my journal, 10 February As I made my way from a taxing day of disciplining undisciplined ten year olds, I was tired and a tinge frustrated. My mind wandered back to Ayush relentlessly using his pencils and desk as a drum set, to Nupur proudly applying glue in her braids the same...
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From my journal, 18 January Wednesday nights on Sinhagad always mean one thing: सब्जी बाजार [sabzi bazaar – vegetable market] On this midweek evening, once the sun surrenders its dry heat to cooler, more tolerable temperatures, a parking lot abandoned during the daytime begins to buzz with activity. Under large tents and bright neon lights,...
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From my journal, 15 November For the entirety of the first month with my host family, the kitchen was a ‘do not enter’ zone. In this space where chai was always brewing and rice was always steaming and vegetables were always frying, my host mom set the rules – and apparently, one such (unofficial)...
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From my journal, 25 September I instantly heard the footsteps behind me pick up their pace, the pitter-patter of feet becoming quicker and louder. “Keep on walking”, I thought to myself, hoping to fight off the habitual feelings of discomfort and weariness from settling in. These efforts, however, were in vain: only a few...
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Ahead of me, my best friend shuffled along her Bed Bath & Beyond shopping cart, piling it high with all of the notebooks and plush rugs and closet organizers necessary for her college move-in day. And sure enough, whenever I stole a glance around, similar carts containing similar products could be found in every aisle,...
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