Life of Kash

If you’ve ever done a Google search on fall in New York City, the number one must-see item is the colours of the changing leaves of Central Park. You could definitely make a case for its top-ranking spot. Central Park is filled with trees, at a density only to be rivalled by its buildings. You’ll …

When I told people that I wanted to move to New York City, it would be easy to think that I was just another twenty something – watching too many episodes of Gossip Girl, dreaming of some fancy upper east side life. Yet, I was well aware that the upper east side is NOT an …

Growing up, a typical family activity was working on a large jigsaw puzzle, perhaps 1000 or 1500 pieces. One afternoon, we were working on a group of brown and black horses, grazing on grass near a beautiful lake spot. I noticed that my older sister, Priya, was holding a piece. She kept turning it around, …

Over the last two weeks of my hoop coaching course, I’ve been struggling with the direction that I want to take my hoop business. At the beginning of the course, I thought I wanted to become a traditional hoop teacher – the type that teaches beginners, run workshops, that kind of thing. It seemed like the …

It always shocks people to know I’m not an extrovert. So much so, I have a cookie cutter response on hand at all times. I know I seem like an extrovert but I’m really an introvert. You just mistake my passion and ability to hold a conversation for being an extrovert. But promise you I …

Mr Easton was a quirky teacher, complete with a deep love for smoking and Terry Pratchett novels. He preferred to be called by his first name (Toby) and happily inserted sexual innuendo into everyday conversation. In hindsight, he was far too inappropriate to teach thirteen year olds. But somehow, Toby was our favourite. We were …

Karishma. We need to talk. Someone needs to put you in your place. I’m surprised no one has ever called you out on the bullshit you spin. It’s long overdue. I didn’t want to be the one forced to say this, but you’re being an obtuse spoilt brat. You need to open your eyes to …

Wave watching started out innocent enough, a novelty to post on Instagram. The challenge was to come down before sunrise, sit on the beach steps and capture a moment that might rival a photo-shopped image. Smooth sand stretched out in front me for metres. An occasional runner jogging at the edge of the water might …