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Musings Along the River Baspa

It was an enticing adventure last month when I, along with few of my close friends, decided to journey along the river Baspa in Chitkul, India to enjoy the endless charms the place had to offer. Chitkul is situated at the extreme end of the district of Kinnaur in Himachal...

Ready

Throughout my journey to the south of Iran, an image of two eyes hung in my mind, a portrait of a southern woman with only her eyes visible – eyes that alone spoke more than a full body. After planning for a long time, I was ready to go to...

My Vietnamese Passport

I have a Vietnamese passport It has the colors of mango and parakeet. Every time I go through security The guards tilt their heads every so slightly. I do not have a “dangerous” passport Not Yemen or Iraq or Syria or Egypt. I am an Asian tourist Of course they...

To Be Regular

Ever since I was a child (though perhaps I still am one), I’ve wanted to be a regular. There was just something so appealing about walking into a business, exchanging pleasantries, and getting “the usual.” In 8th grade I managed to get to such a point, but in a way...

People Watching Is Normal, I Swear

Although spring has not quite sprung, this dreary April weather has me dreaming about sunny springtime afternoons spent relaxing on Brown’s Main Green. While tossing the friz with the homies is fine and dandy, my preferred vernal activity is people-watching. Now don’t worry, it’s not in a creepy way (or...

Thinking Inside the Box

This is a piece of creative nonfiction I wrote based on my time spent in Amsterdam in January 2018. Nearly all the information used in this story was obtained from Amsterdam’s Museum of Prostitution, Red Light Secrets. The museum included photo and video documentation of various aspects of prostitution, as...

Through Mona’s Eyes

Let me begin by saying that I love a good tourist trap. When I visited Paris for the first time with my family a few years ago, we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame, climbed up to Sacre Coeur in hilly Montmartre, and I even...

Where Do They Go

In the streets the women come and go, talking of Pasolini. Wandering through uncertain streets, through a thousand porticos, all leading to an overwhelming question: have I been here before? Shades glide to and fro, wishing for gelato, or perhaps the turbid face of an espresso, whose eyeless eyes meet...

Culinary Traditions

Every culture tends to have a tradition related to food. In today’s globalized world, these traditions have traveled far and wide, which can make it hard to pinpoint where ideas originated and what the ideas behind them were. Two years ago, I spent New Year’s Eve with a close friend...

An Imagined Èze

As a child, sightseeing was to me what Captain America: Civil War (2016) was to the Marvel cinematic universe: pointless. Wandering aimlessly through unfamiliar streets seemed unproductive and tiresome. It was only after my voyage to the palatial village of Èze did I realize the beauty of exploration. Èze sits...