The fall out There is no good way to say this. So I shall just say it and hope that you can let me explain myself before you reply. The truth is that I am no longer in love with you. And it is not easy for me to say that. We have been through[…]
I have called it poetic before. But ironic is more like it. India’s Independence Day is also the day I started on an independent journey eleven years ago. India went through a freedom struggle of significant proportions where countless died and the country itself tore apart along the lines of religion. I achieved mine with[…]
After the long flight home, my mind is unusually buzzing with thoughts. As soon as I step of the plane on to my homeland, my vision is overloaded with information. I observe the similarity and the irregularity of my surroundings. Throughout the small walk to the baggage claim, through immigrations and into the taxi waiting[…]
In a few weeks, I shall be whizzing back to her for a short visit and I am getting the definite jitters. Would United States of America also be the way I remember her? Would she be the way I left her? After making it habit of leaving home(s), I always treasure the trip back.[…]
It is not that I have forgotten but rather I just don’t know what to make of it. On this day, nice round ten years ago, I walked through the double doors of my home in India towards the air-sealed doors of an airplane towards the United States of America. Destiny back then was only[…]
yellow signs with exclamation marks can’t be good It has been well over a year since I have been here and my German is at best comparable to young child who isn’t really on the top of the curve himself. It is a fact that I am most times at peace with my incapability’s. But every once[…]
You! Men of nature! Pack light, wear your shoes right. I want us to go to Iceland, and there We would want us to absorb every sight. There is not much here in her cities, People in funky garb and with colorful hair, Only counter the oddities and the fallacy, That of the buildings best[…]
Escapism I had back in 2004 made, what I thought was, a very witty comment. I was returning back to India for the first time from the United States. As the plane made its final descent into Mumbai skies, I could distinctly notice a change of smell within the cabin. Almost as if the waft[…]
The beginning My earliest vivid food memory goes all the way back to my very young sunny days in Nashik. I would return from school in a three wheeled contraption that would miraculously and very unsafely transport over 10 kids to school and back. My favorite spot was of course next to the driver on[…]
Implicitly red, white and blue It goes without saying that I miss you incredibly. I loved you. At random times, I find myself thinking about you and what I left behind in your stars and my stripes. Yet this year, today would mean something else. I can no longer look back and recall the blackout[…]