“And one- two-three, one- two- three-come on people, where is that forcefulness that your mothers gave birth to you with?!”…
Short Story
Each time the girl would ask me to buy the pen I felt more sorry for myself. You have to…
I was afraid we would die on the rickshaw. The streets of Old Delhi were like water. We swam through…
During the summer I had the amazing opportunity to go and visit my family in Indonesia. This trip was special…
The first week of college is a bit like the first day of preschool. You say goodbye to your parents,…