We drove straight into the storm. Rain pelted against our windshield, the classic rock playing from the car’s speakers fighting to be heard over the sound of the wind outside.
This is my beginning: allowing myself to feel every emotion and make mistakes without being so hard on myself.
A collection of personal essays from some of The Ubyssey's contributors on summer in India — its comfort, its power, the return to it.
Calling girls chiriya in Punjabi and many other South Asian languages is representative of the belief that we raise our girls with care, love and admiration, but ultimately their fate is decided for them.
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