Lately, I’ve been reminiscing a lot about home and the people I’ve left behind. One memory in particular that I seem to keep going back to is when my mom took my sister and I to New York City to watch Aladdin on Broadway. It’s my favorite Disney...
It’s that time of the semester again where I begin missing home. Maybe it’s the fact that finals are fast approaching, in a couple weeks, and I feel overwhelmed with the amount of information I still have to go over. Whatever it is, I couldn’t let myself stay locked...
I’m a big advocate for taking part in extracurriculars and branching out from the humdrum that is Uni-life. Going to town every weekend and lectures every weekday can get so tiresome, once you’ve fallen into a routine that only consists of these two. So,...
What’s worse than the knowledge that mid-semester tests are in a week? Knowing that you can’t take them because you’re STUCK in the HOSPITAL. Don’t worry guys, it’s not me whose being forced to don a flimsy gown and remain bedridden, but my lovely friend. She’s got an...
Before I left for my second semester, my lovely mother wrote me a poem in our native language, Telugu. Each line consisted of life advice she thought I ought to keep in mind. It’s the very first line, though, that resonated with me. So naturally, I got a...
Can you really say you went to Uni in Auckland if you never jumped off of the Sky Tower ??????? (Yes, I know I look like one of those minions from Despicable Me.) Was I terrified? Yes. Did I wanna back out? More than anything. But when he was giving me my...
They say home is where the heart is. I can’t help but agree as I think about all that I’ve done these past few weeks of break. Blueberry Picking My mom took my twin sister and I blueberry picking and it was honestly the highlight of my day. I loved...
An array of colors splatter across the night sky. Oohs and aahs filter through the air amidst the sporadic booms. In the middle of all this noise I sit, surrounded by my friends, whom I haven’t seen in over four months. Only one sentence replays over and over in my...
I’m currently sitting in front of my gate at Shanghai International Airport, waiting to board my 15-hour flight to New York City. With five hours to go until my plane arrives, what better opportunity than now to reminisce about the last month of exam preparation and...
Stressed. Stressed. Stressed. This single word thrums against my skull over and over again as I try and study. Some would say that this is a telling sign of a headache. My pretentious, overworked ass, on the other hand, has convinced itself that it is the...
