Two steps forward…to thirty

Looking at the adults in my life as an adult myself is a strange experience. I am not sure when I really became an “adult” (not in the legal sense, of course), but I find myself intrigued and amused whenever I am back in my first home – conversing with the adults of my life….

Corona-versary 1.0

It has been so long since I visited here, that all the new features make me feel like an old person navigating a smartphone. I have not been able to write freely, or think without a million other things popping into my head. Whenever I have tried, I have been unable to focus, abandoning this…

Camping at the Baltic Sea – Part 3

Free and Present Time really is relative. No smartphone, i.e. no clock in sight meant having a feeling, or none for time. When we thought it was 4pm, it was actually 2pm? The day seemed to have more in it. In the city, with a schedule, things to do and places to get to, time…

Camping at the Baltic Sea – Part 2

Setting Up “Camping” is a very generous take on, well, camping, at least the way most vacationers here go about it, us included. I write this sitting outside our tent, which took an instruction guide (in pictures), an air pump and some accurate pushing in to set up. The needle pushing reminded me of accurately…

Camping at the Baltic Sea – Part 1

Beginner’s Mind I had enough time to mentally prepare for it – we talked about it sometimes over the years. Thanks to the twists and turns that 2020 has thrown at us all, this was the year it saw fruition. Beginner’s mind – that is how I decided to approach this experience.I just googled that…

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…