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I met Barbarou last year, on the street leading to the Swedish Church, in Stockholm. I was travelling through Europe, documenting life lessons of refugees who were displaced primarily by the conflict in Syria, and the various stakeholders involved in their integration in Europe. Almost instinctively, as soon as I saw Barbarou on the street, I leaned to my interviewee who…

Dear new friends of FUEL, It might have taken one post, or several, for us to meet at this nook of the internet but either ways I’m delighted to host you here at the Project FUEL blog. I apologize for the inactivity on the blog since our last post:“12000 life lessons from a man who has seen 12000 deaths”. We…

Rooted in the hearts of many Hindus is the belief that if you breathe your last in Kashi (Varanasi) you attain what is popularly known as ‘Kashi Labh’ or ‘the fruit of Kashi’—moksh or “release from the cycle of rebirth impelled by the law of karma”. Kashi Labh Mukti Bhawan in Varanasi is one of the three guesthouses in the city where people check in…

Pale pinks. Polaroids. Dancing. The whiff of earth when it rains. The scent of old musty books. The fresh-out-of-bath scent of a baby. Good good conversations. Best of friends. Seeing them after months. Travelling. Looking out the aeroplane window. Stretch of beach sand under the feet. Sea breeze. Walking barefoot on moist grass. Coming back home. Sleeping just a little longer. Michael…

Strange things begin to happen to us in our late 20s. Some of us know where our careers are headed. A lot of our peers disappear into the abyss of marriage, never to be heard from again. Some, apparently lucky ones, have it worked out on both those fronts. And then there is the group that I identify with; those…

I am the kind of interviewee who pays more attention to the question being asked than his own answer. I love it when a question knocks my socks off and makes me relish the exquisite feeling of never having been asked such a thing before. Just a few weeks ago, I was being interviewed over the phone with the usual,…

The Poet’s Passage in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico is a quaint, classy cafe in the heart of the old city area of San Juan, where artisan coffee and homemade plum cakes are sold, and where this blog post. It was more of the cafe's charm and less my feelings and desire, which inspired me to start writing there, honestly.…

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