On a monsoon morning in India, I awoke to the rain sloshing against why windows and my phone vibrating mad with notifications. My Indian friends did not miss a beat, "Asya! You made the national newspaper!"
Making it into the newspaper was actually easier than finding it. Granted, I had had several meetings that day and started searching in the afternoon, after the newspapers had been distributed and bought.
One after one, I went to all the markets, supermarkets, hole in the wall marts, and could not get my hands on a copy. Frantic, I must have a copy to frame for my grandchildren (if nothing else becomes of me, at least I could tell them their grandmother had her 15 seconds of fame in India back in the day).
Just when I was walking away from my last store and feeling hopeless -- I saw several kids smiling, laughing and pointing at me. Great, I thought. They too know how much grandchildren are going to think I am uncool. One of the kids ran up to me and said, Madame, your photo in newspaper.
Yes! I thought at least this little fellow knows. Do you know where I can get a copy? He replied wait here. Within a 5 minutes he was back with 3 copies in his hands. He looked at the photo then me then the photo and smiled.
To the right is a the original article (and under it, a more readable version). I was also featured a few more times after but nothing surpassed this first experience of making the paper.