I am celebrating my 27th birthday zip-lining along the emerald enclaves of Costa Rica that strangely remind me of the yawning valleys of my own tiny Lebanese chouf village...
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Read MoreHere is Ash, on her way to her next chapter in her life. The last time we met, it was Kichijoji and cool. This time it was summer—airless and humid…
Read MoreSid, my Aussie partner, sputtered over his coffee. Then he looked straight into my eyes and said decisively, “No, it doesn’t. Nothing looks like your damn Mumbai”...
Read MoreI listen to The Metro and I think of how guilty I felt buying Hitler era stamps in a small shop in Vienna’s Mitt Banhoff subway station arcade and how I had to use those auto stamp machines to get to the train...
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