How a Lost Church in Rajasthan Helped Me Find My Way Home
The magic of the Bandikui church is that it stays, rests, and remains, despite the world moving on and away from it.
look, look at me, I can do itI am afraid of heights, look at me trek up this mountain. I am afraid of getting lost; look, I found my way back. Look, look!
You’ll get lost for sureI know
did I just imagine all that?
Essayist. Memoirist. Woman in Bioscience. Immigrant. Daughter of Refugees. Seeker of food, stories, and travel. Published (or finalist) in New York Times, Chicago Quarterly Review, Zoetrope, The Missouri Review, Panorama (Pushcart-nominated), DAME, Unearth Women, The Rumpus (forthcoming), Atlas Obscura, Garnet News and others.
Current nonfiction book-in-progress focuses on outlier women of color, "Hatke: Fearless Outlier Women". @WriteMadhushree
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