I was sixteen years old when I first visited Emerson to check on my older brother Aman. I flew to New York with my parents to spend some quality time with the family, when suddenly my dad told me to go and see Boston to make up my mind on applying to Emerson. I came alone, stepped down on south station and there he was - my older brother. He, like me, happened to be a film major. He picked me up and took me to lunch to the Emerson dinning hall. Now, her...
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By Varun Kapur on March 4, 2009 12:47 AM











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