New York – My Dream in Motion
At 17, I had a dream. I didn’t know how, when, or in what way it would happen, but I knew deep down that one day I would stand in the heart of New York City. I studied hard, trusted the process, and prayed with all my faith that things would fall into place. And they did, thanks to my parents, who made it possible for me to come to the U.S. to study. I will always be grateful for them, for their sacrifices, and for believing in my dream as much as I did.
Even though I’m based in Philadelphia for my studies, every 2–3 months I find myself hopping on a bus or train to New York not for any big reason, not for a bucket list, but just to wander. To feel the pulse of the city. To remind myself why I’m here.
New York excites me in a way that’s hard to put into words. The skyline feels like an embrace, the streets buzz with an energy that seeps into your soul, and the food… oh, the food! Being a vegetarian means I have to search a little harder, but that’s part of the fun. On my last two visits, I found myself in amazing Italian restaurants — and honestly, pasta never disappoints. Each bite was comfort and joy rolled into one, perfectly paired with the laughter of my company and the hum of the city outside.
This last trip, I had a moment that felt like the universe was speaking directly to me. I’m a big believer that everything will work out, and as I walked down the street, I noticed an orangish car — my favorite color with a license plate that simply had the letter Y. It felt like a sign, a quiet nudge from life, telling me, “Yes. You will be here.” I hold onto that belief that by 2026, I’ll have a job in New York, living the life I’ve always dreamed of.
I don’t always go with a plan. Sometimes I just wander through the streets, sit in a park, watch people pass by, and soak in the feeling of being in my dream city. After Mumbai, if there’s any place in the world that feels like it could be my forever, it’s New York.
It will be New York, and nowhere else.
(Attached: a few pictures from my recent two visits, each from a different restaurant — because in New York, every meal tells a story.)
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