I Came for Enlightenment, Stayed for the Selfies
I was tired of paying homage to the western god of productivity. If I was going to return home and be productive for the next 30 years, I needed to see what everyone else was doing first.
I was tired of paying homage to the western god of productivity. If I was going to return home and be productive for the next 30 years, I needed to see what everyone else was doing first.
The Alley of Paranthas stretched before me, forty food stalls deep, each one identical to my untrained eye. I had no idea what a parantha was, but I was about to eat one.
n the streets of Delhi, Mumbai, or Jaipur, traffic doesn’t just move—it negotiates.
Friend: 3 monthes!!!!! 3 Countries! Are you bringing the whole closet? When I packed for 75 days in Southeast Asia—with plans for an Indian and Thai summer plus trekking in Nepal—my goal was to bring a solid foundation of quality items I could build on with local purchases. The idea was to stay adaptable across …
In March of 2025, I traveled to India, and wandered, absorbing the spirit of the country. I shared chai with Muslims on the streets of New Delhi. I listened to a man’s life story on a rooftop in Bikaner. I shared a meal with my Tuk-Tuk driver’s family in Rajasthan. I soaked in the spirit …
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My Inner Critic: “Yeah… this article is shit.” Welcome to Notes from the Road—a travel series where I try not to try so hard. This will be more stream-of-consciousness than crafted narrative. Less editing, more honesty. I’ll definitely lose most of you, and I’ll probably cringe before hitting publish, but I’m hoping it helps me …
My Inner Critic: “Yeah… this article is shit.” Welcome to Notes from the Road—a travel series where I try not to try so hard. This will be more stream-of-consciousness than crafted narrative. Less editing, more honesty. I’ll definitely lose most of you, and I’ll probably cringe before hitting publish, but I’m hoping it helps me …
Read more “Night Train to Rajasthan: Dramamine, Stepwells, and Desert Survival”
There’s no easing into Delhi.You leave the airport, and the city grabs you by the collar, yells something in Hindi, and throws you into traffic. After a 12-hour flight from New York City, I landed at 11 a.m., buzzing with adrenaline. The thrill of arriving in a new country gave me just enough energy to …
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