1-2-3-4… We made it! Four years straight. More importantly, we made it over the crucial third year hump in our relationship. These aren’t just uncharted waters but brand new oceans. And to be really honest, our fourth year wasn’t as hard as I expected. This fourth year was a year when unremarkable things were happening[…]
If you have been following this space for any time, you would know quite well that I have ruing each year that I have grown older ever since past the age of 25. My rants on my quarter life crisis took up a size-able portion of this blog. Now though, I have decided that ennui[…]
It took almost two months for the mailed out post cards to make their way across the desert and an Atlantic ocean into the United States from the United Arab Emirates. And since it took me just as long to write about Dubai, I must make it perfectly clear at the start that my Bedouin[…]
Avery’s fascination for mangoes was superbly intense. She wasn’t quite sure if it was the appearance of a ripened yellow alphonso mango, or the smell that perforated the room when it was cut, or rather the way the fruit melted on her tongue under the smallest of resistances from her teeth. It began from a[…]
Like the regularity of sunrise, he would always be present on the corner of 5th and Main. His grungy beard made it impossible to accurately estimate his age. In the winter, he would layer up with many rags but the hollowness of his eye sockets indicated a thin structure within. His attire in the summer[…]
My bed is now being shared by two large bags that look like large clams forced wide open. These bags are waiting to be filled with 50 pounds each of personal clothing, badminton rackets, scrumptious Indian snacks, some gifts and an excess baggage of memories. Its time to pack and go west again; checking in[…]