Fuck You, Hair

There’s something about my hair that has always felt so central, so fundamental, to who I am. It can make me feel confident and powerful on good days, frumpy and sick on bad days. It can make me go to the gym just before it needs a wash, and avoid walking outside just after a blow dry.

Recovering from Addiction

It’s 3am. I’m still up. I’ve been staring directly into the bright rectangular light coming from my phone as I lay on my right shoulder, holding the phone at just the right angle so that the screen doesn’t flip to landscape mode. My thumb joint hurts from the constant flicking, up down, left right. I…

The End of a Love Affair

We first met when we were just kids. She was a little older than me; I was nervous she could see right through me. I had a hard exterior back then, a sense of entitlement with a touch of masked anger. I built a high wall with a mote around my heart, and she knew it right away.

Home again

I’m almost 28. I can safely boast I’ve lived and loved in 10 different crazy cities in this incredible world. But today, after having visited 2 of those cities over the past month, ones I spent the majority of my life in, I realize I now consider Delhi my home. When I land back on…


I’ve always loved the beginnings of things. Standing on the precipice of something old and mundane, gazing out into the blissful unknown, digging my toes into the ground and waiting for the right moment to take off. The beginnings of things. Where my heart is nervous, and excited, and challenged, and intrigued. Where my mind…


4 weeks ago I did something stupid. The day started out relatively innocuously. I woke up on a lazy Sunday morning to my diligent, slightly aggressive agenda: breakfast at 9. run at 10. picnic at 12. tea at 5. dinner at 7. Nothing too earth shattering. What then proceeded to occur was also standard operating protocol. I…


It’s time for me to pivot my life, once more. For me to jump into the unknown. To plunge with reckless abandon towards a beautiful mirage of change. In the past year of invisibility off of this blog, I’ve started three projects, two in education, one in failure. The Teach Tour began this exact time…

stars in the sky

What I walk away with, as I pull my bags over my shoulder and embark upon a new idea, an immaterialized dream, is how drastically my life has changed. How deeply I have been moved. How seriously I have rediscovered my path in a short time. How much respect and awe I hold towards my new brothers and sisters who will change the world we live in today.


I’d become addicted.
Forevermore was I destined to search for the high that came with an unpredictable tomorrow, a fleeting friendship, an ever changing path to happiness. My roots stayed grounded in the comfort of home, while my pallid branches craved for sunlight. The energy I found in the unknown guided my capricious path towards a destiny of solitude. But it was a solitude filled with understanding, truth, reality, and deep down wholeness- a solitude worth whatever sacrifices had to be made to attain one more fix.