I’ve always dreamed of working in the World Trade Center. In 2001, when i was a kindergartner, I was held out of school for three days after 9/11. My parents, in the US for about 2 years at that point, were terrified of the racism that brown foreigners experienced right after this moment. As medical residents in the northeast, they experienced the brushback that the post-9/11 American

In 2023, I had the opportunity to work in WTC 8, and then in Brookfield Place. After spending nearly 3 years masked up, the smoke filled streets of NYC reminded me of New Delhi. A warning of things to come.