Under My Skin

Under My Skin

“Where are you from?” she asked me. She owned the Prenzlauer Berg shop that I was wandering through. I opened my mouth to reply but she cut in, lowering her voice and stooping her head even though we were the only people in the shop: “Have you come from Syria?” During...

Letter to Parents Who Want Grandkids

After two eye-opening quarters, I’ve figured out how love and relationships work here: As a Northwestern student, you’re either hooking up with anything that moves, or almost married to your significant other. That’s probably not what Indian-American parents want to...
Give Comics a Chance

Give Comics a Chance

“We’re so busy watching out for what’s ahead of us that we don’t take the time to enjoy where we are. Days go by and we hardly notice them. Life becomes a blur.” Life lessons often come from the most unexpected places. The line above came from a comic...