2018-06-03
1. Golmaal गोलमाल Chaos. This word is formed by two other Hindi words: gol (round, circle) and maal (wealth). 2. Rishta रिश्ता An inexplicable connection with another soul. 3. Masakali मसाकली Aspiring to fly high through peace and liberation. 4. Gulcharrey गुलचरे Enjoying life to the fullest with no aim, target or desire...
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I don’t think I will ever get completely reaclimated to America beacuse Senegal has changed me so much. Although I haven’t processed all the lessons and unique situations I was put in I can say I matured alot because of them. Please enjoy my final commentary on my difficult and amazing experiences as an African...
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This post will be the last post to my blog for the year. I want to begin by thanking all of you who have read my blogs, commented, sent me messages of encouragement throughout my year, or simply subscribed because I asked you to at the beginning of August. Thank you for your support,...
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For the past seven months, I had been working at a daycare in Florianopolis. I was engaged with children of age 3-6 years. Although I had a little difficulty to cope up with my apprenticeship in the beginning, as time passed, I was used to and enjoyed the presence of the children. One of...
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Three days into living with my host family in Senegal, I had my first weekly language class, where Tiffany—a then stranger who later became my saving grace—made the comment: “I need more time to process these past two days than my entire life”. The more time I spend back home, the more I realize the...
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2018-06-01
India: a Poem The food is spicy as it clamors down my throat like flames licking their way up a pot of daal. The people are every shade of gods eyes; A field of flowers shashaying through the streets. The language is a jumble of shadows dancing in the moonlight. The climate is hot and...
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2018-06-01
“Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” —- Abn Battuta, Moroccan explorer, 1300s. How was Africa? My feet still hold onto the last markings of fuden, the traditional henna paste my older sister traced into decorations the week of Easter. I still sometimes wear my colorful wrap skirts, and I write my...
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