My parents spent their honeymoon in Gangtok, so it was only fair that I should see the place for myself.
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The distance that separates us from those we love beyond the household cannot be mapped anymore. It could be a cab ride or a flight, but you cannot meet them. You cannot sit next to them and hug them. You miss them and hearing their voice over the phone, and the face on the screen does not feel enough.
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I am not a huge fan of winter. Chilly winter mornings are one of the last things that get me excited. Yet, as I sit down in my dorm room, cribbing about the butter that refuses to melt, I realize it’s the beginning of Chhath Puja.
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We all have origin stories. Some that get circulated in the family as the only story that could be associated with you no matter how old you are. And some that aren’t spoken of very often.
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