Sick Day

This week, my old friend Period came to visit after a long time. But some South Indian comfort food made her stay a lot easier to handle!

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Keeping Up With Traditions

Diversity defines our lives and celebrating cultures and traditions is a part of embracing our differences and we cannot wait to share that with das Baby!

Monsoon and Summer

I always make a big deal about my birthday- the day, the week AND the month. And this time, on the weekend of June 30th, Hamburg, my new home, my safe haven, echoed my sentiments exactly- it was the weekend of a relentless, never-ending drizzle.

Reliving Christmas

A month ago. That's when I wrote my last post, or even attempted to write. Not that there weren't ideas floating around, yes but that's why, no? There were floating and I just let them float. But here is my justification (-ish): This month is so uneventful, I wanted to relive December, just a little... Continue Reading →

One Year Later…

Last time this year, I was cold, homesick, lost and fighting to keep hope flickering. After all that sadness, all those tears and screams that Heiko had to endure, we have found a system that keeps things going. It's not perfect, but it is something. I have found a version of me that has adapted to this strange land, full of its strange people...

Number One

I am so blessed and privileged to have strong, loving mothers in my life other than her- my grandma, my aunts (maternal and paternal), Aunty B, my mama-in-law, Aunty N, and just so many many women around me who love me and and have shaped, and continue to shape my life. Mamma, Amma, Ma - she is my number one.

Flash Non-Fiction  

Random things I want to post because I currently deal with a virus attack on my precious laptop:  * It's been a little over a week since I started work. It's great to have this feeling back. I love that I don't have enough time in a  day to do everyhting I want to do. ... Continue Reading →

Asterix and The Talkative Little Brat

I have always been told that I was a hyper-active, talkative, easily bored, always restless kid. I was. But when I look back and think of how my parents handled that endless supply of energy, seldom quieting me down, it makes me so grateful!

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