Love in the Time of Brutalism
It felt like a living room jam session with everyone harmonizing to the words of love, perseverance and acceptance. This was a different world than outside.
A diaspora journal
These current times demand us to dive deeper into our identities and our adventures. We believe the journey of leaving our homeland in search of growth in other countries gives us another dimension of understanding into our new adopted land. From our new footing, we have also gained unique perspectives of our homeland as we are on the outside looking in. With this in mind, we aim to provide a platform for all our immigrant brothers and sisters to share your thoughts and commentaries. We gather here in one space to share our experiences together rather than have them remain scattered across the web like we are physically scattered across the globe.
Chowk is defined as a public square or an intersection where people gather to mingle. We aim to be the Chowk where we can bring all of our ideas, imaginations, and experiences in writing, ranging from culture, politics, language, cuisines, family life, and more. This platform is the intersection where we gather conversations from our diverse diaspora from all of our walks of life.
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“I want to see what there is in the heart, natural curiosity!” - Laxmi Prasad Devkota
It felt like a living room jam session with everyone harmonizing to the words of love, perseverance and acceptance. This was a different world than outside.
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This immigration of belief is not really much different than moving across land borders.
We can sit around fire and enjoy our moments of warmth, but we can’t survive an inferno that will burn us to death.