What Traveling With My Best Friend Taught Me About Identity and Resilience


Sandhya, rocking a sari

Happy sobs, laughter, a hug that could have lasted a lifetime, in the arms of one of my best friends in the world. Sandhya scoops up my backpack, as we goofily scream “we’re on vacation!”. We walk through the Bethnal Green Station to her flat as rain drizzles from the sky, but we continue, arm-in-arm, immediately planning every detail of our first trip together as adult women.