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Four pencils took me to Stanford (opens the original)
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When someone asks me what it takes to get to Stanford, I tell them, “Four pencils.” Let me explain.In 2018, when I first visited my friend, soul keeper and longest collaborator, Apoorva Bakshi, in California, we decided one morning to visit Stanford University. This world-renowned institution was a short twenty-minute drive from her home, although the decision to visit was inspired less by the convenient commute and more by our mutual friend Leonardo Capel from Brazil, who had studied there and
At the Speed of Flowers (opens the original)
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Here’s a handmade bouquet of rough thoughts:The closest men will ever come to understanding motherhood, I think, is when they write a book. With that, let me delightfully announce that I am birthing a new one. It’s called At the Speed of Flowers. Conceived nearly six years ago and now breathing in the world. Like all pregnancies, as I have been told by the women in my life, this too has been its own process of joy, pain and indescribable force. These words have been pulsating within my spirit, n
Parents ate ice cream (opens the original)
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Yes, my parents ate ice cream. In fact, not just one, but two. That is the news.A few months ago, I was home in Dehradun and out shopping with my mother in Paltan Bazaar, the city’s busiest market. Somewhere near the entrance, she pointed to an old ice-cream shop. I know this shop well. My entire childhood is somewhere in its bright orange cones; saving money for them, asking my parents for one, persuading friends to take me there on their birthdays.It is an old-fashioned place that does not ask
Nobody dies wishing they owned more (opens the original)
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Two weeks ago, I posted this instagram reel about a man in Varanasi who witnessed twelve thousand deaths.His name was Bhairav Nath Shukla. For forty-four years, he ran Kashi Labh Mukti Bhawan as its manager, a guesthouse where people come to die, carrying the belief that to breathe your last in Kashi is to attain moksh/salvation. In 2016, on a research trip for Project FUEL, I sat with him in that courtyard, and he gave me twelve lessons gathered from those twelve thousand deaths.
Welcome to Twice as Wise (opens the original)
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