When it rains, it pours, and I am not talking about monsoon. I must have entered a bad spell in my life, and bad news after catastrophes are piling on to me at a speed so intense I have trouble … Continue reading
One thing that absolutely super duper hyper sucks when you’re an expat is when your friends or family members die. In 17 months, I am at number 5. It’s never pleasant, but being thousands of miles away, several time zones … Continue reading
Living next to a farm provides tons of photo opportunities. I now always leave a camera on the third floor, where our laundry room and terrasse are. I wonder how long it will take for the farmers to notice me. … Continue reading
She said I looked too clean. She took my hand and walked me a few feet away closer to the crowd. We danced together for about a minute. Three to four women then pushed me to the ground and rolled … Continue reading
About a week or so ago, when E. said he had to spend a few days in Chennai, I hoped along, and after his meetings were over, we hired a driver and headed South to this little charming seashore town … Continue reading
