The Purpose of New York
Everyone on the trains always look so sad… – Dianne Dianne is a particularly special friend of mine, from long ago and far away. She recently wrapped up her undergrad career […]
Everyone on the trains always look so sad… – Dianne Dianne is a particularly special friend of mine, from long ago and far away. She recently wrapped up her undergrad career […]
I’m sitting on a bunk in the 2AC class (one of the higher classes on standard trains–not fancy, but not the cheapest) on the train to Aurangbad. Sharing the berth […]