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HOT INDIAN SUMMER
My hot, rowdy Indian summers at Hindu youth camp
Over several summers as a camper, then a counselor, I overcame bears, a serial killer and the wrath of the gods
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"I crushed on two boys with the same last name — Patel — who, in case you were wondering, were not related to each other. One was a stoner and the other was chill. My crushes never overlapped with Mishti's crushes. She liked the pretty boys. I liked the funny ones with weird personalities."
"The sexual tension, soundtracked by us singing the same bhajan, "Om jaya jaga dee shi ha ree," was thicker than a campfire log."
"Sometimes, the thing you're most uncomfortable with and scared of at first turns out to be the most memorable experience of your life."
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