Don’t Think That Love Should Be Permanent.

I remembered one sunny afternoon in Delhi’s Khan Market. I was inside a small bookstore–looking for some Hindi poetry books for Ollie. The room was packed with books, starting from the floor all the way to the ceiling. Books were stacked here and there. I needed to walk very carefully to avoid collapsing those book piles….

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On The Road.

My dear friends, Adam and Susan (an awesome traveling-couple from an awesome travel blog PergiDulu.com) were calling for pictures and stories about “roads and streets” from random people’s traveling journeys. Indeed, traveling is about ‘the road’ that you take. Surprisingly, my mind instantly went to the street-side of Pakistan. After all the news reports I heard about…

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9 Things I Miss The Most About India

I fell in love with Indian literature when I first read Jhumpa Lahiri‘s collection of short stories, Interpreter of Maladies. It was then that I got obsessed with Indian–and South Asian–literature in general. Soon, I found myself immersed in the works of other Indian writers like Thrity Umrigar, Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Chetan Bhagat, and Raj Kamal…

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Lost in Taipei: 2. The pursuit of hot springs

Taipei in the morning. The weather was nice. The sun was shining brightly—but the breeze was cool. Daud and I had to catch a flight back to Jakarta in the afternoon, so we got up very early in the morning to venture the city and be adventurous. Both of us had this urge of going…

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Lost in Taipei: 1. A stroll in the evening

As I stepped out from the hotel that evening, it was pouring outside. I fetched my umbrella and waited for a cab, hopped in, and sat with my nose glued to the backseat’s window—capturing the beauty of raindrops and city lights. It was gorgeous. There were around ten of us that evening. Everybody had just…

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Perjalanan.

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” | Dr. Seuss Suatu hari kawanmu bertanya: “What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you?” Tanpa pikir panjang, kamu menjawab: “Being 17.” Usia tujuh belas (juga dua atau tiga tahun sebelum dan sesudahnya), merupakan masa-masa paling sulit dalam hidupmu. Saat itulah kamu sungguh-sungguh berpikir untuk…

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