The bus braked suddenly, and I banged myself on the seat in front of me. I woke up in agony. The bus had arrived at Port Angeles. I geared up my rucksack and got down. I sat on a rock alongside the park browsing for my host. Lonnie Boyd, a 73-year-old man, accepted my request and came to pick me

It was the summer of ’18 when I visited my grandparents in Baltimore. Listening to their stories, their old school romance, and their struggles were a major part of my day. One such story awed me. “The photographs you used to send me during your cycling trip helped me recover fast after my transplant.” Grandma smiled.   “How can a few

“You are going to die. Few more breaths, and that’s it!” alerted my dog-tired mind.  “You can do it. Push yourself.” encouraged my I-can-do-it mind.  It was the summer of ’15 in India, the same period when a magnitude 7.8 earthquake struck Nepal. Sikkim, one of the most beautiful states in India, shares the international border with Nepal, Bhutan, China,