Book Review: Not that Kind of Girl by Lena Dunham

Note: To one of my best girls, Mich, who’d been my mental support since 2007 (damn girl, we go a long way), thank you for this book. I’ll be honest here. I don’t know much about Lena Dunham other than her very obvious accomplishments. I never follow her social media, read about her personal life,…

The Force Forgotten

by Devina I am the old book drowned in the piles of papers in your library. My pages are folded, your handwriting scarred me, and your sticky notes ruined me. I am the passage you quote to your child, the beautifully written words you once memorized in full page, the lyrics you had fallen in…

Day 5: Agra Fort and the Beautiful Taj Mahal

By Daniella Djiogan A day earlier, we had arrived at Agra, a city filled with anxious tourist ready to explore the famous Taj Mahal. This city was also one for pickpockets who came in the form of adorkable little kids who could certainly diverge your attention from your wallet. Before the sun rose that day,…

Day 4: Off to Agra 

Checkout Day 3. We were up and awake and it was 5 AM. The anxiety, the fear of missing the train to Agra was real and we didn’t want to be stuck in Delhi for another day.  Unfortunately at 6AM we closed our eyes and woke up at 8.30. I tried to wake Daniella up, but…

Day 3: Meeting a Fellow Blogger

By Daniella Djiogan So we were finally in India and it had been 3 days. 3 long days that felt like a week. Much had happened during the previous 2 days, both interesting and annoying but certainly worth the experience. You can check it out in the links below: Enough with the little digress intro,…

Day 2: Delhi Birthday Madness

Before this: Delhi: Day 1 We woke up at 2 AM and I wished Daniella a happy birthday. Afterwards, we started talking until around 5 when we both collapsed and went back to sleep. Our friend Brij and his family was supposed to pick us up at noon, so we waited. Thank the lords for…

Delhi: Day 1

I checked the clock for the 100th time, it had been five hours and Daniella should be walking out now. Costa, the only coffee shop at the Terminal 3 Indira Gandhi International Airport Arrival, had no wifi. Thus, all I could do was wait until my best friend showed up. It was 1.24 AM when…