

“Dekhiye,” snaps Kajol, staring fiercely into Shah Rukh’s playful gaze. “Please leave me alone.” Her words are powerful, and her message is clear. It’s a warning sign, one as clear as crystal and firm as stone. Yet her words are accompanied with the romantic theme song of the age-old, “Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge.” Violins lilt […]
Read moreNight One: All test centers open at 7:45 a.m. and doors close at 8 a.m., unless otherwise noted on your admission ticket. You cannot be admitted once testing has started. The metal doors of the auditorium opened like the jaws of a beast, its four-walled stomach digesting the students trickling within. He was strangely dizzy. […]
Read moreThe rickety wooden gate opened slightly with the wind, like the consciousness of a half-asleep child. Daylight streamed through almond leaves and dappled the broken pieces of gray sidewalk. There was the soft dripping of the monsoon’s last raindrops-a season’s final gift to a thousand dry rooftops. Birds shrieked, squirrels bickered, vendors haggled-and he watched, […]
Read more“And I shall rule the world! The little girl breathlessly waved a purple scepter in the air, her plastic tiara dangling in between her flying braids. Little chunks of tanbark scattered in all directions as she stomped on the playground floor, the LEDs from her Sketchers Light-Ups flashing triumphantly. Her three friends, precariously perched upon […]
Read moreCarved into the 64,000 rugged acres of Wasco County is the Washington Family Ranch — a single-story Christian youth camp flanked by the eastern hill of Mt. Hood and the gurgling Columbia River. Complete with biblical workshops and dynamic worship activities, the recreation center fits like a puzzle piece into the rest of rural Oregon’s […]
Read moreMaybe We’re The Punchline of Todd Philips’s Joker: A Review “You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! I just do things. Schemers trying to control their little worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show schemers how pathetic their […]
Read moreMr. Anand claimed that if the world grew quiet for even a single moment, we would hear the footsteps of the Great Mother. Ira, he called her. Ira Devi. But my thick New Yorker tongue, in all its nine years of inelegance, could never bring out the softened trill in ‘Ira’. We would try for […]
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