An excerpt from my notebook, dated April 16, 2015: “What a difference a year makes. 365 days ago I was at my breaking point. My roommate got arrested for a crime that made me question my trust in people. My coursework was the most I have ever had. My relationship was on the rocks. I … More 365

A year in review

It’s hot. There’s no running water. My stomach is uneasy. The ground is shaking. I’ve gathered a group of strangers together who share the same bright yellow Qatar Airlines boarding pass. We’re sitting in a circle among lines of hundreds of people, sharing our stories of the past 48 hours. American, German, Italian. Same disaster, … More A year in review

Pink Jinn: “Nasreen Sheikh and the women rebuilding Nepal”

  Previously published at: https://pinkjinn.wordpress.com/2015/08/10/nasreen-sheikh-and-the-women-rebuilding-Nepal/ The sun is setting on the crowded and dusty streets of Thamel, Kathmandu. Tourists sporting backpacks and dreadlocks file in and out of the complicated maze of table vendors and store fronts, with each salesman promising a more authentic product than his competing neighbour. While the chaotic normalcies continue outside, I … More Pink Jinn: “Nasreen Sheikh and the women rebuilding Nepal”

The Aftershock

I’m sitting in my bamboo temple oasis, cross-legged on my thin foam mattress, blanketed by a hanging mosquito net. Other volunteers are scattered about in their own designated areas, either sleeping, reading, or documenting the day’s events in a journal. The tapestries we assembled to the bamboo the night before sway in the breeze and … More The Aftershock

It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s just different

Almost every day I experience a moment that highlights just how different the East is from the West. Whether it’s the disregard for capacity limits on buses, taxi drivers hailing you instead of the opposite, or the daily power outages, the key is to just sit back, smile, and take it for what it is. … More It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s just different

The Diagnosis

What can you tell from a pulse? Before this morning, I assumed only a heart rate; a sign of life. But after my appointment at the Tibetan doctor today, I discovered that a pulse can reveal so much more. This morning was the first time I felt really frustrated in Kathmandu. “Why is there SO … More The Diagnosis

Car horns and drum beats: Jazz night in Kathmandu

As I board the bus for downtown Kathmandu, all I can think is that I’m grateful to be traveling with seasoned bus riders. I’m joining a small group of KRMEF volunteers going to Jazz Night, a weekly tradition for this group that includes Suranjan. Possessing the innate kindness that seems to be imbedded in the Nepali people, as … More Car horns and drum beats: Jazz night in Kathmandu