Although I would never trade my pani-puri or chai for a bratwurst and beer (well, for a Glühwein maybe); I love what living abroad has done for me.
Just when it seemed I was at my wit's (and tit's) end at the icy chill, Hamburg decided to smile down some colour.
I love being organized and planning ahead. But I also love the unexpected, the spontaneous and even the chaotic. There is a certain magic in doing things on the spur of the moment or just because.
As I bid a physical adieu to the remains of my father, I wish to answer a question many have asked me since he died. "What can I do to help?"
It beats me why I chose this spot to zone out and zen in. In retrospect, perhaps because it's a fitting analogy to my present status. Today is day 1 of my 19th month in a new country. While I have a lot going for me, I also have a lot going against. I love … Continue reading Zen at an intersection
I'm going to my home of choice Yet as I leave my home of birth I feel a pang of pain It's goodbye now, until we meet again This dichotomy of life Present at every turn Transitioning from old to new Another dawn, a different hue Change is inspiring and scary Both exciting and jarring … Continue reading Go and flow
Take a guess maybe? Being one half of an Indo-German couple; I often get asked how we handle/manage food? We don't. We celebrate it. And not just Indian and German. Why should we restrict ourselves when the World is our oyster? And our Panini, Baklava, Bacalhau, Nasi goreng, .... I could go on for days... … Continue reading How many countries at my breakfast table?