the new neighborhood It is clear to me that either I severely underestimated how big a change this was going to be or that I overestimated my ability to adapt. There were fairly good reason for me to do so, though. One, I had visited Germany before several times, each time staying for longer and[…]

An open gate It is remarkably similar how these last few days feel at home. In fact, my India trips have now started to form a discernible pattern. Each trip is surrounded by excessive amounts of love from my parents. My friends through their jaunts express their affection. I eat superbly delicious food every day,[…]

Step right on through “Welcome to Dilli”, her eyes said,Mischievously, as if she knew what awaitedBetween the large footpath equipped roadsAnd the magical small world heritage lanes As I flew in, the ostentatious cliche held true,There was more perfume than cabin pressure,As if a flying steel tube transported a wedding party,To a city that had[…]

At room temperature The immediate days after I land in India present themselves as days of rapid turmoil and gradual re-adjustment. It begins as soon as the plane lands when for some reason every Indian on the plane is very excited to get off the plane. So much so that they are repeatedly told by[…]

How do I say goodbye to this country? Each time I had asked myself this question earlier, I was certain that I would list my long account of travel and activity statistics in the country. The American firsts, the cars I drove and the ones I owned would surely be the meat of the matter.[…]

Mine. Was. If you ever owned a car since she was brand spanking 9 miles old and then had to sell her a few years later, you would know then that is by far, one of lowest gut wrenching feelings of your speeding adulthood. I still remember clearly, the spring of 2006 when I first[…]