My Love-Hate Relationship With Papayas. Or My Just-Hate Relationship With Running.

Every few months, my parents pick one particular type of fruit and eat it all the time. Papaya was the fruit of choice a month before I left for Penang, and every single time you opened their fridge, you’d see the same uncovered, rectangular-shaped tupperware brimming with the stuff. It truly is the way to my parents’ hearts, and one very special person unknowingly discovered that fact. Believe it or not, that papaya-filled piece of plastic is the reason I’m married!

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The Day That Azam Kicked Me

“One of the things I’m grateful for is children who challenged me when I was wrong, even though they had to suffer my wrath.” – My Father

On a Monday afternoon, roughly three years ago, a group of my friends and I drove over to Walker Bros. Pancake House (Hello, Apple Pancake!). As we settled in, Azam sat across from me as our waitress handed us menus. A few minutes in to some pleasant conversation, one of our mutual friends began to tell a story. I wasn’t listening, and continued to laugh, and comment while he was speaking. To be quite honest, I was being downright obnoxious. And I knew it.

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A Young Melissa Etheridge

As a fairly quiet 16 year old, I didn’t act on many opportunities to travel outside my self-created computer and television screen bubble. Starting high school with a bit of a rough patch, didn’t help much either. By the time of my junior year, however, I found some popular and friendly kids who created an open atmosphere in my physics class.

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Giving Away Sunflowers at 7:30 AM on a Sunday in Manhattan

“When you feel life out of focus, always return to basic of life.” – Mr. Miyagi, Karate Kid Part II

Your first question?

Why in God’s name were you up at 7:30 AM on a Sunday?

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Social Anxiety And Shirk

I have an issue with social anxiety/shyness. Sometimes that anxiety helps to keep me home at night. In my college years, I made a conscious effort to “fix” things with some social situation work-arounds. I should give you context though, so….

I was privileged enough to attend an Outward Bound trip immediately after turning 15 before starting the 10th grade. That was when I wrote this, and flew to Maine to spend 14 days with 11 strangers hiking, canoeing, and rockclimbing on and around the Appalachian trail. Being forced to communicate and work with people my own age was quite frightening for me. One of the things that always bothered me was pronouncing my name: Javed. No one ever got it, so I used an easy, well-known name. Apu. [Rudimentary] Method One: Create a character, Use an accent, Mimic someone else.
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