We have this funny little idea that romance completes things. I had this idea while studying abroad in Paris this summer. And when romance didn’t magically appear I decided to look for it.
Nostalgic
Walking on a Shortened Path of Time
The love that you have given me shall not perish even if time separates two souls that were destined to meet. This is a love letter to you, my beautiful Ammu.
We Slink into the Wilderness
This piece chronicles a drive upstate across the Taconic, feeling each bend in the road, looking for familiar trees out of my window.
spacetimecontinuum
This poem was originally rooted in the pandemic and quarantine, but evolved into a piece on introspection, rumination, and growth.
Living in Gratitude While Missing My Native Tongue
It’s easy—almost far too easy to just say where we are from. A country. A place. A word. But where we really come from is from our parents and our culture. A history.
Rising and Falling and Crashing
The five “Yearlies” stay on the tiny beach island over the summer, while the rest of their boarding school friends go home.
To What Has Become
Years pass, cycles break, moments shift, but things remain.
Making American Holidays Our Own
Two essays about experiencing American holidays through the lens of immigrant families. Each of us has different stories of trying to figure out American holiday traditions, but we’ve also tried to build our own.
Dos Gardenias del Campo
Sitting in the Dominican countryside, known as El Campo, Agustina plays the guitar with her grandfather. She reflects on her time spent on the island and her anxiety surrounding her soon departure.
Bye Bye My Home Country
This winter, I returned to Bangladesh for the first time in years after living in the U.S.
It Ends With an Explosion (It Always Does)
Like most stories about friendship, this one involves whale bones.
Mi Dos Casitas
Highlighting the beauty of my two colorful homes.
Pan Dulce in My Veins
My life growing up in a family of bakers.
Chapter One of Untitled YA Novel
This is the beginning of a book I am planning to write, based on a true story of my realizing that I liked a girl for the first time.
Summer
A short story I wrote about one of my favorite memories from summer that blurred into my favorite dreams.