On Mafia and Meditation

I saw how perfect and uniform all of the red fruit were, but I was more preoccupied trying to remember how many of them I would need for the various recipes I would exact. It might have been that same subliminal suspicion that had made me separate, but not read, an article on the global Italian and Chinese mafias for tomatoes.

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Gentrification: problem or progress?

I suspect that whomever can answer that question of whether gentrification is progress or problem shall answer all questions, because it reverts to a much more profound human challenge.

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the Lodhi Garden

It may be the way the air chills softly under great neem trees, cackling with parakeets, or the eagles that swoop calmly over the roses as the sun sets. Bamboos create archways between fields dotted with the crumbling stone of tombs from empires past. The scent of jasmine lifts the air from the smell of […]

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I aimed the camera at them; they aimed their marbles at me

There are two kinds of travelers: those running from themselves and those running to themselves, I thought, as I pointed the camera at the children. I am happy to say that it was this thought that struck me, and not the marbles aimed back at me along with their giggles and smiles.

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