Unmade Beds, and other College Compromises

Unmade Beds, and other College Compromises

I’ve been in college for over a month, and I have one thing to say: I miss being taken care of. I miss having someone storm into my room and tell me that it’s a pigsty. I miss having someone buy milk and restock the fridge. I miss having someone make me rasam and...
Adventures in Misspellings

Adventures in Misspellings

I recently spent a month in India weathering the heat waves of Delhi, marveling over the marble mosaics of the Taj Mahal, and sighing over semi-precious stone beaded necklaces in Jaipur. I also spent that month sighing over the “laundaury” sign at the Taj Palace hotel...
Adventures in Misspellings

Adventures in Misspellings

I recently spent a month in India weathering the heat waves of Delhi, marveling over the marble mosaics of the Taj Mahal, and sighing over semi-precious stone beaded necklaces in Jaipur. I also spent that month sighing over the “laundaury” sign at the Taj Palace hotel...

Handcrafted

Last month, I turned in my deposit at Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism. I bought a sweatshirt that I now don at school as a walking advertisement. I’m currently holding in my hand a purple and white “Northwestern Wildcats” pen. I have a tendency...
My Crooked Grandpa

My Crooked Grandpa

Why’s your mouth like that? What’s wrong?” Many children stop to ask my grandpa this question when they meet him for the first time. My grandpa, whom I address as “Thatha” in Tamil, answers every innocent, curious question with the patience and geniality of an angel....