I take with me the henna on the palm of my left hand. It is drawn by a woman with kind eyes and whom I do not remember the name of. I take with me my suitcase that still smells of ESI and my sneakers that are caked with Indian soil from the Lion Fort of Sughdad. I take away friendship and love. I take away with me an orange journal that is still half empty.
Read MoreI have been home for a day, but the memories of Niswarth still live vividly in my mind and heart. Right now it seems nothing more than a huge cluster of sensory inputs and emotions: all those sceneries, sounds, smells, and joyous moments that we spent together.
Read MoreThese past three weeks have been some of the most important weeks of my life.
Read MoreI would have nothing in common with the people in this room
Read Morethat love and friendship aren’t limited by time or culture
Read MoreThe importance of creativity and togetherness:
Read MoreI wish I could look out of the window all day long
Read More