Reflections

January 12, 2025

The smell of steam rising from a bowl of rice is a specific kind of comfort. It is humid, starchy, and carries...

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January 11, 2025

I remember sitting in a crowded tea stall in Dhaka, watching a young girl navigate the chaos of the street. She was...

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January 8, 2025

There is a particular gravity that settles upon the shoulders of the young when they are asked to carry the world before...

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