Being Safe, Being a Woman

I started thinking about how inherent it is and how conditioned I am, hailing from the IT capital, once garden city of my homeland, to be aware of my surroundings at all times, restrict my travel to specific places and during certain times, learn to ignore eve-teasing but not enough so I know it won't lead to trouble, avoid wearing certain clothes otherwise I would be "asking for it", sit a certain way, talk a certain way...

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Ripped Jeans and Out of Breath

It was a relatively cold morning in March, when we woke up and got ready in the midst of the Black forest, surrounded by mountains frosted with snow and the sun shown happy and bright.

Our Kleine Maus- Sophie Kutty

She is sleepy, active, naughty, well-behaved, cuddly and loves her alone-time. She is already spoilt, can be very embarrassing. She even has her own Sheldon Cooper-like spot. Say hello to Sophie!

Finding Purpose

For many reasons, some in my control, some not at all, I don't have a job yet. For all intents and purposes, I am a housewife. There, I said it. It's time I accepted that, however much I detest the term and everything that comes with it. After months of fighting it, I have now come to terms with it. That is who I am at the moment....

Of Towels and Ice Cream

It takes time for the brain to process and internalize change. It's been almost half a year since I wore the wife shoe. I admit I'm still trying to figure out how to run this house efficiently, along with Heiko, of course! Thankfully, there's a positive push from time to time.

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