By Shashi Bellamkonda ·
Travel · Personal Essay · 5 min readTen minutes late into O'Hare, with a connection from G to B, I learned why "tight connections first" usually fails, and what makes a cabin full of strangers stay seated.The chime sounds and the whole cabin rises at once, as if a single string runs through every seat and someone has just pulled it. I have been on both sides of that moment. I have s…
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Memoir • Personal Reflections
From Delhi Rails to the Red Dirt of Interior Telangana
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Entering that world was always fascin…
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The tanker arrived before the sun did. I remember lying in bed in Madras, maybe eight years old, listening for that particular rumble on the street outside, a diesel engine and a …
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Eleven minutes. That is how long it took, this summer in Ameerpet, for a pair of pajama pants to travel from a dark store I couldn't see to the gate of the house I grew up vis…
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The Cellular Jail in Port Blair has a long corridor of cells, each one built so prisoners could not see one another, radiating out from a central tower like spokes. Near the entra…
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I am writing this from Hyderabad, on vacation, in the same city where I first read about the Ghadar movement in one paragraph of a school textbook and moved on without a second th…
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Personal Essay | September 12, 2026Guests Show Up. An Audience Is Designed.By Shashi BellamkondaThe Qualtrics XM Analyst event this week was not held in a hotel ballroom. It was…
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