Love you, love you not

Strange as this may sound, I wish to describe my relationship with the Sun. Yes, "sun". Not "son." When in India (mostly South-West), I detested how deep beneath my skin the sun made it it's business to settle. My throat parched, face scorched and hair fried off my scalp; I cried bloody murder to that … Continue reading Love you, love you not


Bloopers across Cultures

Ah the joys of communicating across languages and cultures! My laid-back sossegado Goan self, feeling like some gentle action on a lazy Sunday afternoon, wakes up the snoozing German hubby with: "Hey honey what do you think of a walk?" I didn't think it necessary to specify the time-distance frame I had in mind, which … Continue reading Bloopers across Cultures