Love is a thing that grows

I didn’t choose piano; for a while, it was more of a nuisance than a hobby. But somehow, sometime, love grew.

Wealth, suffering, and child marriage

There’s always something so shameful about acknowledging your privilege. But I know I am lucky. I am a part of Bangladesh’s minority.

The forever dreaded non-STEM conversation: your major

If you’re a service worker, the goal is to get tips. So tell them you study statistics or even accounting — older folks eat that up.