Skip to main content

Day 337: At the end of the world, will you find me?

I have done nothing but try to sleep all day. This morning, Laura and I spent a good half hour in (almost) silence listening to Ingrid Michaelson, and then going on to reflect on the ways in which we've grown this year, and how terrified we still seem to be for university!

We had cake for breakfast, and while Papa and Laura discussed The Social Animal, I wrote a short review for my incredible former voice teacher:

Ms. Kunz is out to change her students' lives and to improve their views of the world. Her belief is that singing echoes life, and the principles nurtured as a singer are ones applicable to living. I especially appreciated her attention to detail, from full-body alignment to undoing arbitrary habits learned from elsewhere. She never let me sing a note that wasn't my best and didn't come from my heart, and for that I thank her.

After Laura left, I spent two hours trying to fall asleep (in vain) until a random Wendy's craving drove me from my bed.

Back from my frosty float and spicy chicken sandwich, I languished in bed for a while longer before our evening's entertainment arrived -- SAM!

Priya has been doing most of the babysitting (she's better with kids) as I continue to be lazy. Sam, however, is a bundle of energy, and his enthusiasm for our treadmill encouraged me to get on and log one measly mile for the day.

All the while, I listened to lyrical music (not meant for running) at a very high volume, which caused Sam to exclaim, "how can you stand all this noise?!"

I'm recovering from the din now, writing my blog while catching up
on Olympic highlights.

Song of the day:


  1. cake for breakfast?? and i get mocked for eating lucky charms at dinner ...

  2. While Reading this post, I see the words 'in vain' and I immediately start running through possible Latin translations (Nequiquam, Frustra, etc.)...Latin never leaves me...


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bygones -- by Marina Keegan

I had a dream the other night that I was checking my email.

That dream sucks.

And woke to woes of seniors writing

love songs for tomorrow and

Tomorrow and the melodies

That flirt us forward, whispering

the next thing and the next thing

and  – so we beat on

birds flocking south until we

circle round and realize maybe

maybe all that running wasn’t worth it.

Maybe we should build a cabin.

Or teach high school.

Or use our hands.

My palms are smooth as words –

Weak with fashion and double spaces.

I want everyone else’s club and job and class

The grass I sleep in always browner than

Than that around erasing dreams

To sit and breathe because you

Only bank for two years then it's over

And twenty two is nothing new

It’s just another chance to build

For when we’re twenty three

And twenty four

And time begins to sell for more than

Any 9 a.m. to never.

We’re not stuck.

That's the thing, we're not stuck.

We owe no one our nothings.

Yale will be what it was,

Gothic dreams of lucky, of…

Day 351: You can place your bets, world.

I started the day with a grave mistake -- eating butter chicken for breakfast. Those ten minutes of scream-inducing euphoria were hardly worth the sluggish pace and sessile nature of the rest of my day. I attempted to counteract the unfailing lethargy which results from consumption of Punjabi food by swallowing down some coffee ice cream, thereby only adding to my foods-that-should-not-be-eaten-for-breakfast list and exacerbating the problem.

We left home before noon for Shenandoah National Park, with hot air ballooning dreams for the day. We soon learned, however, that due to impending thunderstorms, this mission would not be successful. We instead spent the day exploring the side of the park we've never seen before.

We had a lunch of fried chicken at one of the park's rest stops before piling back in the car and driving around some more. At a lookout point, we met a park ranger who showed us the coat of a lynx found in the park and suggested a trail for us to hike. We fou…

My Move to Mumbai: Frequently Asked Questions

Hello, dear readers!

By now, you've probably heard the news: in Ratna's-gap-year fashion, I've taken a leap and moved to Mumbai for a one-year consultancy with Aangan Trust, a nonprofit that works to make sure that even the most vulnerable child has the right to a childhood free from trafficking, child marriage, child labor, and abuse.

Transitions are tough, and it turns out that this one is no different, even though it's one that I've chosen for myself and been very excited about for a while. It's one thing to pack up your bags from New York and move to a new place in Mumbai; it's quite another to adjust to the daily reminders of the little things you don't yet understand about where you live, and the small ways in which you don't fit in.

Part of what has made the transition tricky is a stream of (well-intentioned) questions that sometimes make me feel like I have to justify why I made the choice to be here. These can be hard for me because someti…