Fall enters Providence with a quiet gravity. The city’s color palette shifts as the trees along Benefit Street turn. While the foliage may be beautiful, these warm colors are the manifestation of a fleeting moment. As chlorophyll drains from each leaf, other pigments—anthocyanins and carotenoids—creep ...
When I was in middle school, my friends and I loved to bullet journal. Each of us bought our own personal dotted notebooks that we carried around to class like little trophies, paired with pencil cases filled to the brim with felt-tip brush pens and mildliners and Zebra Sarasa pens. Taking inspiration ...
If you’re in my life, you’ve likely heard about A. I hate A. Well, hate is a strong word. I deeply dislike A, to the extent that I’m still having imaginary arguments with her in my head despite the fact that it’s been two months since I last saw her.
There’s nothing like caffeine-induced jitters to affirm that you are indeed an Ivy Leaguer. This time last year, I'd never pictured myself strutting down Thayer Street, wielding an atrociously overpriced cold brew from Ceremony on my way to a consulting club meet-and-greet. And yet, a week ago, there ...
My first year at Brown passed by like a speeding train. I remember it only in images—snapshots, swathes of color, moments. I went to a lot of places. I said a lot of things, some of which were true and some of which were not untrue. And I read a lot of poems. Here, I’ve compiled some of my favorites, ...
The thing about starting over is that it feels like uprooting the past—like leaving behind fragments of everything you once knew, just to stand before a canvas that’s untouched, a map that’s uncharted.
I used to think that the season you called your favorite revealed something profound and immutable about you. As a kid, since I got sunburnt so easily, I found warm, bright weather forbidding. That ruled out summer. Since I hated snow (peers were even harder to turn into friends when they were pelting ...
Spring (noun): a basin or pool of water
My mother likes to bring up that I used to be a heavy sleeper—a good sleeper—when I was young.
As the weather becomes gentler and clouds give way to warmer blue skies, I am reminded of how much I love the coming of spring, but not spring itself. I often give it the cold shoulder when answering the “What's your favorite season?” icebreaker because, when comparing spring to her seasonal siblings, ...
Over spring break, I went to visit my closest friend from home and stayed at her college apartment. We made steel-cut oatmeal for breakfast and, to my surprised delight, she offered me a bag of chocolate chips to sprinkle on as a topping, alongside frozen berries that turned our bowls gorgeous shades ...
1.) Find a piano.
1.) Find a piano.
Make two wishes and say one of them aloud.
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