A Race To Admissions: The Harvard Story

A Race To Admissions: The Harvard Story

Her fingers flitted across the paper seal, trembling around the hallowed crest. She stuck her finger in and tore. Hard. The consequence of this letter would be the culmination of 18 years of hard work; academic achievement, extracurricular leadership, and careful...
Embarrassed By My Indianness

Embarrassed By My Indianness

I was seated on the kitchen counter, my favorite perch as a four-year old. I watched my thatha, my maternal grandfather, draw a “U” shaped white figure on his forehead with what looked like a metal toothpick. Carefully, he placed a red substance with water on the heel...
Embarassed by My Indianness

Embarassed by My Indianness

I was seated on the kitchen counter, my favorite perch as a four-year old. I watched my thatha, my maternal grandfather, draw a “U” shaped white figure on his forehead with what looked like a metal toothpick. Carefully, he placed a red substance with water on the heel...
The World Through Different Glasses

The World Through Different Glasses

I look out the window of the airplane and see the glittering lights of Chennai, India. The lights have a breathtaking opalescent glow. The lights are surrounded by shadows, a new darkness that I was awakened to. This summer, I saw first-hand the hellish poverty of...