Thinking of you, India…

I feel confused and frustrated. I feel torn. I am angry and anxious. I am sad. But mostly, I am afraid. Afraid to voice my opinion publicly, afraid what it might lead to and very aware of my vulnerability. I am an Indian citizen living abroad. My passport gives me identity. It is the reason I have a valid visa and a resident permit. I am Hindu and I am liberal in my political views. I have married not just out of caste, but out of religion and out of country. I live abroad, away from my family, my home city and home country.

Of Terrible Twos and My Boots

“Hang in there. Things will get better….You are an awesome Mom, ok?”, said N’s comforting voice note after she had heard me bawl and laugh in my own voice note to her- explaining the terrible feelings resulting from my Tuesday morning. H, on the other hand, husband of mine, father of my child, also had…

01.11.2019

A letter to the human I made with my favorite man, on the birthday that they both share. One turned two, the other thirty.

Emergency Interactions

If you live in Germany as an immigrant and have complained about the health and medical system, this one is especially for you.

Twenty Eight

I used to be the kind of enthusiastic person who counted down my birthday from the half-birthday. I was also the kind of person who would remind everyone about when it was and tell them on the day for them to wish me. I used to get a ‘birthday feeling’ – it was this butterfly-like…

Adjustment Period

It was a Thursday, a work day. I had an amazing morning, efficient and productive. I braced myself for a long day into the evening when the sun still didn’t set. (It’s spring here you see, with almost 9pm sunsets). And so I made peace, with a coffee pumping me up in the morning, an…

FruitLess Spectacle

”Twas a Monday – a sunny, spring day that started with a beautiful sunrise that shone bright as I made my way to work in the fully packed S-Bahn. The work day was like some others – office-ing made efficient because of cups of mocha, interspersed with conversations, breakfast and lunch. The best part of…

Momcation in Beautiful Budapest

In early October, my first friend in Hamburg was going on his stag holiday. In my younger-Sandhya whim, I asked if I could also be a part of it and he graciously let me. Not only did it turn out to be an opportunity to spend time with some cool Indian boys but Budapest opened…

2018 : A Gist

This year has been one of the most challenging, emotionally and physically. The weeks and months were wrapped in blissful moments of happiness, uncontrollable tears of laughter, frustration beyond expression, anger that could not be comprehended, much-needed sobbing, and bountiful love. Bountiful, grounding, fulfilling love – that was constant through it all. This last month,…

I’m Here!

Just a short post to say I’m still around. It’s been an exciting, adventurous and eventful last couple of months, all of which I hope to type down over the holidays. But until then, I wanted to share this beautiful mug of hot chocolate which holds precious memories of a wonderful Saturday. It was full…