An Imperfect Street: The Delhi Airport Race
When I step off the plane which I have been on for the past sixteen hours, I am immediately hit with the biting cold that is Delhi winter. The smell of pollutio
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BLM Organizer At My School Was Targeted By A Gun Dealer: A Next-Gen Desi Reflection
(Featured Image: Denel McMahan speaking with ABC News) Weeks before a youth-led Black Lives Matter protest that took place outside the Dublin Civic Center, owne
Love. Come. Go Away.
Love come, go away like curtains you fall back and forward in the golden hour of the darker lights hidden, open, quiet breathe, you’re loud, soft to touch h
The Mask: Art Therapy Can Ease Anxiety About COVID
In a perspective published in the journal Science, a group of scientists reiterates that masks are not only helpful but necessary to combat the spread of the vi
Faltering Speech to Youth Poet Laureate: Words Carried Amanda Gorman
Amanda Gorman’s journey is stellar! Her ability to overcome her slippery speech serves as an excellent example to the multicultural children of America. Bilin
Saachi & Karuna: Linked By Language
Saachi Pandit is a high school senior who lives in San Jose. At the age of thirteen, she started tutoring Karuna Kadam, a student in Pune, who is a year older t
Pink and Pollution at 4 O’Clock
I’ve begun applying hot coconut oil on my hair again every Saturday. I search for the little footprints I left back in the streets of India playing football.
It’s My Future: Climate Change Reform
At the Front Door – a column on climate change in our lives Nearly two years ago, Greta Thunberg declared that “our house is on fire” at the World Econo
Despite the Challenges, I Will Always Be a 49ers Fan
As the seconds wound down on the clock for Super Bowl 53 in early 2020, I watched my beloved 49ers squander a 10 point lead in the fourth quarter to lose the bi
What was 2020 About?
I struggled with 2020. What was it all about? All over the world this year people weren’t just fighting COVID-19 and lack of freedom, but were also standing u
My Rough Leather Notebook, An Escape From This World
My hands run over my notebook bound in rough leather, slightly wrinkly like my skin after a long hot shower. Its cover is dark black with speckles of shimmering
Eat in Peace…or in Pieces?
Eat in Peace...or in Pieces? Pass the butter, hand the bread Don’t be dramatic -- nobody is dead Carve the turkey, open the booze But switch the channel if it
