"I realized, as my parents and I drove to Mysore for the meet, that I had never quite answered the question for myself. Somehow, I’d always assumed I’d end up in science."
I’ve grown up an international millennial, across three homes and four schools. Across this gap year, little has remained constant: country to country, house to house. It's this family I’ll fall back on, always.
Bangalore feels very remote from here.
"In a landscape characterized by its tight-knit isolation, where things change, literally, glacially if at all, the transient population of tourists are the ones with the impacts that linger far beyond their ephemeral visits."
“In every direction something loomed; it was easy to think us pioneers, completely alone in a landscape nearly ethereal.”
Life on the pasture.
Those peaks would be 6000 meters high—the length of a cross country race run vertically away my island-bound comprehension. I shivered at the thought, and at the knowledge soon I would be there, too, above it all.
I felt more than a little sad coming back to Singapore. Six weeks in India had felt like they could and would last forever: a month and a half stretched far into the distance until you were at the end of it and parting at the airport and staring down a boarding pass that sent… Continue reading Coming Back: Gap Year Week 28
Everything they say about the Jaipur Literature Festival is true.
"After a week in the unfamiliarity of the Andamans, I was looking forward to the five days in Vizag. No one will take care of you like your grandparents do, my mother reminded me just before I arrived. Finally, I was reaching somewhere like home."