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Traveling is addictive…to be able to see the world is a dream a lot of us have. And no, we can’t all afford to travel everywhere on luxury cruises but I guess it is up to us to make the most of what we have. I don’t want to just save most of what I earn for the future…I want to spend it on my present and have stories to tell when I’m older. So every opportunity I get, I like to escape the routines of everyday life and go somewhere new…see small things…but see new things. Continue reading “Explore”

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The Indian Speaks(6)

A is in Europe!!!!! 😀 Well, when I spoke to him this morning he was in Brussels and then was flying to Strasbourg where he is going to live from now on. So, this is A’s first time ever in Europe and so far he’s done really well. At Brussels, he was at the airport and didn’t have the time or the opportunity to go out much. I asked him to name 5 things that stood out to him as being ‘different’ once you step out of India! And here’s his list. Continue reading “The Indian Speaks(6)”

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Breaking the Routine

Normally at this hour I’d be in some yogic posture, holding my breath and trying to focus on every muscle that worked to make the posture possible. I’d be trying to ignore the bug that accidentally flew into my room through the open windows and is struggling to find it’s way out. I’d be focusing on the Om chants that play on my phone, trying to regulate my breath in sync with it. But not today… Continue reading “Breaking the Routine”

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The Man with a Familiar Face

This other day I got on the bus back home. I was quite late that day and so the crowd in this bus wasn’t the usual crowd I met. The faces were all new to me. I flashed my pass in that machine that beeped, allowing me to enter the bus. I walked past unfamiliar faces…wait! This man….he was talking intently to this Asian girl who sat behind him. He looked familiar. Extremely familiar. I wondered who he was and why he looked so familiar to me. It bothered me that I couldn’t exactly remember who he was…I walked past him and found a seat. But I didn’t stop trying to remember who he was. Continue reading “The Man with a Familiar Face”