Recently, I read a book called the “Room” authored by Emma Donoghue. The book is a thought proving narration of a five year old that is forced to grown up in a single room. His mother tries her best to instill every bit of knowledge despite severe odds of being kidnapped and molested and imprisoned[…]
the one year itch As the next Michigan summer chimes in, we mark our first year together. It’s not just strange how quickly this year went past us but rather it feels a tad bit terrifying. This past one year our relationship has felt similar to that of being in a long distance kind. Even[…]
Sam Gross, 1998, The New Yorker At an Arts and Fancy paper store on a Saturday morning, I came across this cartoon on a greeting card and instantly broke out into unbridled sputtering laughter. I had seen this cartoon years ago when I was in grad school and to see it again after all these[…]
The unbeatable combination of quiet desperation and being a romantic-dramatic leads to me identify most of my chance events as pure destiny. That everything that happened to me was meant to be. And that everything is about to happen to me will happen at the opportune time, over which I have very little control. This[…]
My mom would typically run a tight ship at home in terms of keeping things where they belong. However, she was never able to wage a successful war against the clutter on the dining table. The only time we would have the privilege of a clean sorted table was perhaps a half an hour before[…]
A hike amongst the lakes It feels nice to return to Michigan. It is allegedly spring here which brings with it oodles of cold rain, fairly reasonable chance of an occasional snow showers and freezing nights to ensure you don’t turn off your heater just yet. But after twenty odd days in the Swedish arctic,[…]