The Death of Desire

I see a clear lake, almost a mirror to the oak trees that decorate its boundary. In the distance are snow-capped hills. Surprisingly on this winter day, the sun is a welcome guest. I look around at the beauty. Leaves whistling with the wind, trees swaying to the tunes, and sunrays shimmering through the waves [...]

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The Trip, Ideally Planned (Part 1)

Psycho: “… abe tu iss weekend Chicago aa ja. Wisconsin chalte hain.” (come to Chicago this weekend, and let’s go to Wisconsin) Me: “… wahan kya hai?” (What is there?) Psycho: kuch nahi, bas ghoomenge aur doston se milenge (we’ll go around, catch up with (undergrad) friends) Me: You go ahead. I want us to [...]

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