A bit of spice and a whole lot of lime
The first time I had ramen was in Boston, or Cambridge to be exact. I was visiting Ni who lived but a street from Harvard, right before heading off to Oxford for Summer school and one of the evenings, we stood in the long line …
In the craze of getting married, moving countries (more than once) and the pandemic, I can easily count on one hand, the number of dates that Ni and I have been able to go on in the last couple of years. As we watch democracy …