The flowers are tight in buds. Have I forgotten the smell of monsoon? Lately, I've been thinking a lot about where and with whom I spend my days. I have been forced to rethink the acquaintances and environments I occupy because the ways in which I show up for others, are not the ways in... Continue Reading →
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On the Sion-Panvel highway, where the buses stop to let passengers board, is an expanse of road that would put the moon's surface to shame. More often than not, that stretch of pockmarks is filled with water turning it into a giant ditch. When I pass by the bus stop every morning, I experience this burning feeling... Continue Reading →