Sympoetics

Sympoetics

I bought this pen (the one I am writing with now) from the Victoria and Albert Museum (V&A) in London. It is a small pen,…

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So Much New York!

So Much New York!

Marie-Laure and I frequently met in the Manhattan School of Music hallways as we staggered out of practice rooms at closing time.  We were both…

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How I Used Cooking to Rebel Against My Mother

How I Used Cooking to Rebel Against My Mother

There’s nothing as dark as a Swedish winter day long after the leaves have fallen but before snow brightens the ground.  With the sun eclipsed…

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The Home Front

The Home Front

In October 1941, my father found himself in Reykjavik, tried to get back to Charleston. Orders arrived: he was to sail on the USS Salinas,…

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Seen Anew

Seen Anew

The restoration of sight is nothing short of miraculous. The most treasured of our senses, sight helped the first humans differentiate safe from unsafe food,…

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A Woman named Samantha

A Woman named Samantha

Coming up from the West Fourth Street subway, I texted that I was a block away from the Washington Square Diner. Don’t rush, I’m early….

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What Might Have Been

What Might Have Been

I always thought population control was a necessary trait in every nation. By that I simply mean not having kids, not genocide. From a social…

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Kyle

Kyle

The kids have worked months for this weekend. They’ve stayed late after school, drawn complex plans, built up structures, and milled down wood. They’ve measured…

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Streetwise but missing out

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Death of an Ambassador

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Can two Bangalores co-exist?

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Country Roads & Rickshaw Drivers

Rickshaw Drivers

The buzzing in my ears seemed to come from a long way off. Feeling distinctly alarmed I stuck my forefingers deep into my ears, closed…

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Macbeth with added parrots

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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Siblings

Siblings

My brother and I park in the parking lot of Aldi, a German grocery store, and walk to the entrance.  Lying on the right next…

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That Night..

That Night..

Do you have a favourite mom-dad story, too? The one they tell you so often, and so vividly, that you feel you were right there…

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Food for the soul and the stomach

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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No mere film star!

Word From the Streets of Jayanagar

The arts and culture pages of the day before yesterday’s Hindu newspaper (April 24th 2015) brought back vivid memories of my first visit to India…

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Two facets

Two facets

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been torn between the two irreconcilable halves of my person- Tanisha, my name on every official document,…

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If I really must go shopping

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

II dislike shopping. That is, I am intolerant of the endless mind-numbing browsing of groaning shelves and sagging racks of items that I can live…

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Morning Raga

Word from the Streets of Jayanagar

Word from the Streets captures Richard Rose’s experience of Bangalore through his many visits.

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