Living at home in my mid-twenties is a bittersweet experience. I’m comforted by the fact that I can cuddle with my dog on our cozy couch, make momos with my mom, and enjoy more space compared to my tiny apartment in New York. However, there is drudgy slowness I feel…

I’ve been thinking deeply about this topic. Below are a few things that propel me forward. Being surrounded by people that inspire, challenge, and support me. Feeling like I’m part of a team. Achieving something together, as a team. Creating a better life for my family so that I can make up for the struggles they endured to provide me with a better one. Coffee shops and a blank piece of paper in my journal.

There is an air of palpable awkwardness that exists when people see a girl alone at a bar. Especially on a Saturday night. But every table tells its own tale. A few tech yuppies keenly waiting to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Two strangers on a first date, trying to cut…

It is the first time in my 20s that I’ve been unemployed. If this happened to me a few years back, my younger self would feel scared, hopeless, and lost. To a certain extent, I feel some of that right now. …

Labels are a symbol of human perception followed by judgment. We seek comfort and amplify our egos with it. Yet it can also destroy us if we chose to let it single-handedly define us. I’ve drawn my self-worth through labels at work. Consultant at Accenture Product Manager at Apple The…

I love you, he says. We are in a relationship, we say. You guys look perfect together, they say. I feel alone, I say. Waiting for you to respond to my text. Waiting for you to wish me goodnight. Waiting for you to understand me, fully. Waiting for you to tell me what I want to hear when I feel hopeless. Waiting to feel wanted. Wating to feel together again.

As I excitedly peeked through the window of the plane, I could see the snow-capped mountains that reminded me of home: Nepal. A few years back, I remember trekking with my cousins in Poon Hill and being awestruck by the mountain’s magnificence and beauty. I felt completely present, neither thinking…

“You sound so American, I thought you were born here.” This is usually the response I get when I tell people I’m from Nepal. I remember in college when people told me this, I was flattered with the response. The naive and confused 11-year-old who tried so hard to assimilate…

When I was in 9th grade, I remember locking myself in my room and profusely crying, dreading to turn 25. …