Friday, April 08, 2005
Brooklyn Brooklyn
We would sit on the steps of brownstones, chatting with friends about the new Indian women on campus, the existing Indian women on campus, and the women from everywhere who got away. It would be a Sunday evening, or late on a tame Friday night, or summer or winter. Reading this evocative piece by Suketu Mehta brought back moments.
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well...its the same everywhere...reminded me of my days at Arizona State.
Karthik
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