Getting to the Ranthambore National Park felt like entering a ticket line at an amusement park. There was one road that lead through the city and lining the streets were trucks painted in a plethora of colors, bright and festive like carnival stands. Boars wandered through the gutters and cows were parked in front of…
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Dances with Spirits
“First you dig,” Noa motioned driving a shovel into the dirt. “Then you wipe your sweat.” His little hand reached up to mock wiping sweat from his brow. My dance instructor was a five year old. He knew every step to the dance that symbolized working the harvest (or mining coal-I’m not sure which) but…
Sleep with the Fishes
It was about the size of a golf ball, translucent, purple rings concentrated in the center, like small little tussock bellflowers. The water was a bit murky, clouded with sand, but there was no denying that the thing bobbing at the surface was not trash, it was a jellyfish. We were staying in a resort…
Race to Gaggan
It was 5:35 pm. We were standing on the corner in front of our hotel. A wall of cars in front of us, not moving. I tapped the Uber icon again, the car spun in circles, not moving from the same spot, just spinning in space like an icon that tells you your computer is…
Travel: the Stuff of Dreams
Things always happen when I’m sleeping. I have the opposite of FOMO. I have no fear of missing out, I have complete acceptance, preferring my world of dreams over reality more often than not. After all, in my dreams I’ve danced with dolphins and lived in a glass house at the bottom of the sea…
New Vibes
Hello Everyone! I am freshly back from my vacation in Thailand and between the bombings that rocked the country, my slew of injuries and the different experiences that I had over the two weeks, I’m not quite ready to process the experience and synthesize anything for this format yet. That being said, I thought I…
From the Womb of Blue Lagoon
I have a twin. Her name is Kim. We were born holding hands at the age of 34, fully grown women, twenty fingers, twenty toes. Okay, let me back up. The year was 2015 and we were in Iceland, floating in the warm water of the Blue Lagoon and we had just been reborn. This…
We Were Here: A photographic essay
We reach Sigiriya and there are signs everywhere warning us of hornets. Each sign shows scared, cartoon-like men racing away from the finger print of hornet wings. This impending sting attack has us on our toes and every buzz sends a tingle up my spine and adds an extra jaunt to my step. We…
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