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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
Invisible people
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
Posted in Casual observations, Frustration, Street photography
Tagged Bangalore, expat, gratitude, India, paint, poverty, thirst, water, work conditions
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Jadoo the puppy
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
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
February 28th, first rain of the season. Nice smell, wet grass, a dash of wet dust too. It will clean the streets a bit. It will create havoc for some who live on the street or in the blue tents. … Continue reading
We are moving. The noise level, which as always been a problem, has become unbearable, day and night, and will not get any better for years to come. We do not, cannot sleep well, which is affecting our moods. We … Continue reading