Artificial love
It was a macabre scene: the train came to a slow halt, and the old lady picked up her bags and headed towards the door – equally slowly. With painstaking concentration, she shuffled towards the entryway, and finally inched to the exact middle of the automatic doors. Then the doors suddenly started closing, and ended …. Read More
The middle
It was my fifth 18-hour work day in a row, and I stopped to wonder: am I ever going to get to work on the leaf idea that God had given me? Am I ever going to become a professor like God said I would? Am I actually hearing God when making my plans for …. Read More
Miracles in Washington D.C.: A passport, a visa, and a flat tire
I stood next to the three-headed lion, tears streaming down my face. The Capital of Ashoka stared back at me, unfazed by my public display of emotion. “We have seen many a crying soul here at the Indian embassy – just who are you to think you would get the passport so easily?” they seemed …. Read More
“Bad” Christian
A person close to my heart once remarked that I was, “a bad christian.” His words plunged me into a month of guilt and doubt. Why did he say that? Is that even a valid statement? I repented to God for any mistake I made, and rebuked the feelings of condemnation and started wondering, what …. Read More
The Architect story
Marsico hall The opening ceremony for the new building had just ended, and I wanted to explore its 6th floor for the fantastic view overlooking the campus. I quickly set up a gel (an acrylamide polymer that takes ~ an hour to trap large proteins for visualization) and walked across the street. As I went …. Read More
