Siobhan McDonough, Writer
“The most beautiful things at Harvard are invisible and silent,” I wrote in October of our freshman year: “the thoughts of the people and the books whisper inaudibly through the bricks; the veil of conversation leaks out shimmers of truth….the world keeps turning like a fast-forward video…” I’d only once felt as happy as I…
Today, someone voiced surprise at the lack of love for Delhi on this blog. Yes, I said, I had posted some gushing praise and was embarrassed and erased it from all existence. But since I’ve been here over three months and my love for life in Delhi hasn’t abated, I think it’s time. See the…