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The Realities of Being an Exchange Student

For the lot of you who don’t know me, you should probably know that I was an exchange student for the year 2019-2020, before you dive into the article. I hadn’t really posted much about it on social media, or now that I come to think of it, nor have I spoken a great deal about it, in fear of TMI or being that exchange student who just hasn’t moved on and is only living in the past. I was always afraid that I’d bore people with stories they couldn’t relate to anyway. It’s been a whole year since I’ve been back, and only now have I realized why most exchange students start a blog during their exchange—it becomes their own space for catharsis. When you experience something so remarkable, you have a yearning to write about it. And so, I’ve decided to go ahead with it and write a compilation of articles comprising my experiences in the series: My RYE Diary. Back in January 2019, on my 16th birthday, my parents decided to break the news to me. I WAS GOING TO PORTLAND, USA AS AN EXCHANGE ST...

A Sense of Belonging

On a Friday morning on the 29th of November, 2002, I was born to one Arup and Paramita Duttaroy. As time passed, I realised that I had to embark on a journey to find out who I was and where I belonged. And, it was a rather tumultuous journey for me. Here’s why: I'm a Bengali. Yet, I haven't lived in my native place, Kolkata , for longer than a summer vacation. I was born in Akron, Ohio , which makes me a US national. Yet, I don't know "the Star-Spangled Banner" by heart. I've lived in Nagpur, Maharashtra for 10+ years. That's more than 50% of my life. Yet, neither my stomach nor my palette can take Saoji food. I have lived in Singapore for a while. Yet, when asked about the place, usually all I can offer is Marina Bay Sands and Merlion, which is quite common knowledge. I'm currently staying in Pune, Maharashtra for almost 3 years, which cumulatively means 13 years in Maharashtra . Yet, I speak broken Marathi and barely understand it. I’ve trave...

How I Found My Passion

Growing up, all art was to me, was filling in blank pages with the crayons provided. I used to love colouring ever since I was a toddler. From the little bits and pieces that I remember from my childhood, in kindergarten, my favourite time of the day used to be when the ‘didis ’ used to bring in our little boxes of gigantic wax crayons and we’d get to fill in white pages with our scribbles. I was never essentially invested in art, especially as a career choice. It was just a hobby like swimming and wasting time lol. I did go to an art class, just like any other kid whose mom put him/her in some class to work on at least something. I didn't end up actually doing much there, just the basic shapes and colouring. It was actually pretty fun for me—colouring inside the figure with my favourite colours, making it look perfect (in my eyes at least). Through classes 1-6, I remember not really having a particular style of drawing but some of my other classmates had already found thei...

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