I don’t wanna travel the world


Living in New Zealand, I have had the privilege of meeting a lot of people from different countries. The biggest advantage of meeting people is that most of them are/were traveling the world. The disadvantage of meeting people is that most of them are/were travelers. I remember a Belgian guy from the first group of … Continue reading I don’t wanna travel the world

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Who is this guy?


7 months. Without family, with only an hour long conversations with people who I utterly love. And now, this morning I realized I no longer can recognize myself. Mumbai would be a place of comfort. Where I would say 'no' more than I draw breath. No to cooking, no to cleaning, no to socializing, you … Continue reading Who is this guy?

Privilege


In recent times, privilege has been branded as a word to describe to Whites. The use of the word is many a times justified, but I am not the judge of that. I am not perceptive enough to pick out subtle race differences, to spot the minorities. I am not writing a post about racism, … Continue reading Privilege

Guest Blog #2: Life As We Know IT

Local Train

So guest blog #2 By Stressed Mess! You read her interview here! She is really great at fictions and is bound to reach great heights later. Check out her blog! Without any more delay, here we go: Crisp Mumbai evening. He boarded the local train with commuters; but there was a difference between him and … Continue reading Guest Blog #2: Life As We Know IT

Laughter!


This one is special. It is very close to my heart and I felt like writing about it for a while. Laughter. It is contagious, spontaneous and very much precious. Ever heard a baby laugh? In no time almost everyone looking at the baby starts laughing, the joy spreads across like water. If you know … Continue reading Laughter!

To my fellow Commuters


Daily Prompt (The Kindness of Strangers When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!) He climbed on to the bus and scanned around for a seat. There was none. He was an old fellow, with stooped posture, few grey hair on his balding … Continue reading To my fellow Commuters