Outer-space is so astounding, wondrous. Do you ever think about the infinity of space? The galaxies like psychedelic dreams, the last frontier. Imagine space before earth, before human life. Imagine walking on another planet, the sound of space all around you…

I don’t need alcohol for my weekends. I’m drunk enough on the moonlight and intoxicating fresh air. It’s a real money saver, as well.

I don’t care if they all call me insane, if they lower their eyelids scathingly, scoff and ostracize me. If I sacrifice my soul to preserve my flesh and bones, what will I have left? If I offer up fulfillment on the altar of sacrifice, and slaughter my passions, machete chiseling blood, then my soul will wither and die, and if my body is a temple, then it will rot and crumble, and what will remain? — Excerpt from my latest entry at Girl Meets NYC. 

So, this Valentine’s day, I gave a kid in India an education for a year to celebrate, because I believe Valentine’s day doesn’t have to be romantic, or a box of chocolates, a card, or a bouquet of flowers, and I happen to be of those stubbornly unconventional folks. If you have no romantic entanglements this holiday, please don’t be blue, omit the social expectations, and be unorthodox in your celebrations of this holiday of love. Happy Valentine’s day to you all. 

I’m sick of men who say to me, “It’s not safe for a girl to travel by herself.” Listen, you don’t know the first thing about traveling as a girl by herself, because your gender is not female, and you can hear secondhand stories, and you can read statistics, but you can never be in the mind and body of the female traveler in a foreign land and culture. You think I don’t know I’m not invincible, you think I don’t know that sometimes I am more vulnerable, solely because of my gender? I know damn well. But I’m not afraid of the world, and I won’t stay home just because of the possibility “something bad could happen”, because something bad could happen to me at home, just as well, and you should know that. If I didn’t travel, I’d live in regret instead, and if you believe I’d be willing to live my life staying put, never exploring the world, you’re dead wrong, gentlemen.

Tea, chocolates, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and delta blues, on a Saturday.