A city famed for its architecture, infamous for its crime rate; a city that lures millions of visitors every year in spite of the dreaded winters. I was going to spend thanksgiving last year in Chicago with a friend. My preparation started weeks in advance, reading up about how harsh the cold could be …
Call it nostalgia, call it homesickness, but I am still drawn towards India every chance I get. I have consistently made a trip home every year since I came to the USA, lasting about a month each time. I headed home this time too, with bags mostly filled with chocolates and other things I …
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If you have watched a handful of Hollywood movies, chances are at least one of those was shot in New York, having characters either living flamboyant lifestyles dressed in fashionable, classy clothing, or, on the other extreme, living in a closet of some apartment because they cannot afford the rent, pursuing their dreams to …
Long weekends come and go, but I will have only one right foot. This is how I consoled myself when I stayed at home for a really long, long weekend, owing to the recovery from my fracture. One of those times when I wished I had injured myself a week earlier, if it really …
Given a chance, I would go on a hike every weekend. This rarely happens though. Finding friends who enjoy it as much as I do, and amongst them, finding people who would actually like to go with me, is hard. Thus I resorted to the meetup app, where people plan events and all I …
Our camping trip to the Sequioa and kings canyon national parks was one where I spent the entire week prior to leaving, trying to convince others to join and for a brief while not to, depending on the number of cars and the camping spots I was told we have. What made this trip …
By a surprising turn of events, my father decided to come to the USA to attend my graduation ceremony about a month and a half before the scheduled date. It was on me to make the visit as pleasant as possible, planning to the tiniest detail right from the number of days he would …
There is a trail by a river right behind our apartments which I had explored in part on my numerous attempts to make it a habit to jog regularly. It is called the Guadalupe river. One fine Saturday morning, I and my roommate decided to cross over to the other side and follow the …