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.

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…


I love trains – short journeys, reasonably long journeys – give me trains over any other mode of transport (except when it’s from Bangalore to Hamburg, of course). It’s all kind of exciting : from the station to the platform, from getting on the train, finding the right seat and enjoying the chugging motions while…


It all started when we went to get my visa renewed. The grumpy woman at the counter said it didn’t matter that I had a monthly income and was paying tax because it was far more important that I had the B1 certificate from an integration course.

Sophie Story 004

Play a game and cheer up your day! Can you spot Sophie in the snow?

6th April

…is the day Max was born, about 16 years ago. I’ve written about Max before very briefly here. He was my first four-legged sibling. I had just about graduated high school when he passed away and it took my mind about three months to understand what that means and how it was going to change my daily life. Today, I know how it has changed my life, in a broader sense.

Homeless (for a bit) with a House

Here I was, irritated with the husband, full of pride and ego, now stuck outside the house, unable to get in- and the only person I could ask for help was the one I was fighting with.

The Perfect Eyebrows

Anu is possibly north-east Indian. She has shiny black hair that is tied up most of the time (because I see her only when she is working). She has a heart-warming smile that makes her eyes smaller than they already are: the kind that makes you smile back. She’s not so tall and looks fragile…

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…