a memoir of etchings and wanderings
One of the first fun memories I have, after moving to the States was the July fourth trip that I took to Minneapolis. It began not very different from several memorable trips I’ve taken – it started with a Google chat ping. I was a part of a conversation between Akshay V. and his childhood friend (and someone I’d heard loads about from common friends), Tulika where they were discussing … Continue reading “Minnesota Nice” →
Whenever I was asked the casual “So, where are you from?” question, I found myself debating the answer in my head. Should I say Calcutta, where I was born? Or is it Oman, where I spent over two decades? Eventually, I always launch into a lengthy explanation which probably made the person asking the question immediately regret it! Ha. The beautiful, yet relatively undiscovered Sultanate I grew up in is … Continue reading “Ma’salama” →
…everything will be different. A lot I love would be left behind. A number of new experiences will await. It is unnerving, to say the least.