In the days leading up to the Nature Conservation Foundation’s (NCF) annual meet I read, after long delay, Hope Jahren’s Lab Girl. Continue reading “Field Girl: Gap Year Week 45”
I can tell, from the tone-shift towards timbres of mourning, that my mother’s conversation with a friend has reached its inevitable terminus at Problems with This Day’s Generation. Continue reading “Family Time: Gap Year Week 44”
“We’ve made a wrong turn,” says my aunt for the fifth time in five minutes. Sprawled in the backseat, I stay quiet, but cannot help but agree. We’re four hours out from Bangalore and have spun along the highway to Tamil Nadu for hundreds of kilometres before turning off onto what is, undeniably, a plain dirt road. Continue reading “Trusting Wild Ideas: Gap Year Week 43”
Most things in Spiti have reached their peak. They have a sign to prove it. Continue reading “On Top of the World: Gap Year Week 40”
When the last group of students left, we sat and read the reflections we had them write in the last hours, lazy on the grass, waiting for lunch. Continue reading “Communi-tea: Gap Year Week 39”
Note: you might be more confused than usual if you haven’t read last week’s post.
My flips and rotations, all mid-air, reached a complexity far beyond my two months of gymnastics in second grade. Simone Biles would be jealous of the contortions I tried. With the greatest precision, I executed one final twist; breathing hard, I waited for the sound of success. Continue reading “Rosary: Gap Year Week 38”
It was a long road up. Continue reading “The Climb: Gap Year Week 37”