Reflections

April 29, 2022

I remember a morning in the highlands when the world felt like it was being born for the very first time. I...

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April 29, 2022

There is a rhythm to the land that does not speak in words, but in the slow, deliberate settling of stone against...

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April 28, 2022

I remember a morning in a small station in Rajasthan where the steam from a copper pot seemed to hold more history...

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