Tag Archives: Bangalore

You read about it in the expat books but it doesn’t prepare you much. You hear about the problems you will have with your maid but it’s always from the point of view of the employer, poor victim taken advantage … Continue reading →

Posted on May 12, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | 3 Comments

Lazy Saturday afternoon, I go visit my puppies. They are getting big now, love to chew everything, including human noses, or the splint Puppy Girl had for a while since she broke her leg running around. Yes, we took her to … Continue reading →

Posted on May 9, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | Leave a comment

April 23, 2015 It took no more than 3 minutes to go from pre-monsoon rain to flooding. Inside the house. Because we just don’t have enough more problems in our lives right now. But this story has a good ending, … Continue reading →

Posted on May 5, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | Leave a comment

This is the time of year when maids and cooks and others come asking for loans or advances on salary for their children’s school fees. The difference between a loan and an advance is that a loan is repaid over … Continue reading →

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | 2 Comments

Invisible people

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo

We are now “godparents” to not one, but two puppies. The ladies talking care of Jadoo, whom they renamed Ramu, realized he was lonely (since he was screaming bloody hell at night) and brought his sister from the same litter … Continue reading →

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Jadoo the puppy

Posted on April 2, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo

On Saturday night, we found a puppy, or more exactly, a puppy found me. We were walking towards our compound’s park when I almost stepped on a furball. Apparently he had been following me for a while. Forgetting our ironclad … Continue reading →

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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 →

Posted on March 28, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | 4 Comments

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 →

Posted on March 17, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | 4 Comments

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 →

Posted on March 17, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | Leave a comment

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 →

Posted on March 8, 2015 by Kitty Vindaloo | 3 Comments