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Katy Sundararajan

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When the Lady Says “RUN”

By Katy Sundararajan In high school, I ran track for two years. I’m still exceptionally proud of myself for the runner I became. My times did improve, and I made a whole slew of interesting friends during that season. However,…
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God Makes All Things New

by Katy Sundararajan Last Friday, from my office window, I could see wind whipping the tablecloths laid out for the Spring Fling picnic in the Hope College Pine Grove. Winter has hung on for dear life this year, and it…
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Fumes

By Katy Sundararajan Due to construction on the Western Theological Seminary campus, getting into my office has provided some daily doses of excitement this fall. Finding the correct pathway or entrance has occasionally been part of it, just as the…
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Culture Under Cover

by Katy Sundararajan My husband, JP, and I bought our first house about a year and half after we were married. The two-story house with beautiful wood trim throughout had been purchased by a relocation agency, and had been empty…
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Vroom-vroom

by Katy Sundararajan Just before we left for India a couple weeks ago, my husband, JP, bought a motorcycle. A friend of ours was selling it for a price that he couldn’t resist. He didn’t even get to pick it…
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My Indian Village

by Katy Sundararajan Last week we went to the village where my mother-in-law grew up. Many India villages, including this one, do not meet the standard American perception of remote, rural, and minutely populated peasant villages as described in fairy…
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Home Places

by Katy Sundararajan My family and I arrived at Bengaluru International Airport at around 11:30pm. We navigated the immigration lines, baggage claim, and customs for the next two hours, and were finally released into the cool night air of Bangalore,…
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Well-preparedness

by Katy Sundararajan I am the one who prepares for the trips that we take in our household. My husband might dream up the trip, and he is always the one who buys the tickets. But, like it or not,…
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When a Fiasco Happens

by Katy Sundararajan My family had a bit of a fiasco over Christmas break. After months of planning, weeks of prepping, and days of packing we were on the way to the Grand Rapids airport, the first leg of our…
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Blending In

by Katy Sundararajan Back in college was when I first realized I might be mistaken for an Asian, at least in print. As “Katy Wing,” I received assorted pieces of Asian mail, including a lucrative scholarship offer one time, simply…