a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Some things come easily to people, others you have to fight for. Fight. Fall. Cry. Get up and dust off the dirt. Fight again. My battle was what is seemingly trivial to most people around the globe – mobility. For as long as I can remember, I have hated to ask people to take me to places, absolutely despised not being able to do things because I needed to depend … Continue reading “Mobility” →
Yesterday I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to go out with my colleague, Abdullah. He lives by himself and drives to the UAE almost every weekend – and when he doesn’t – he asks if we would like to do something, but my laziness and driving guilt have always engulfed me. So when we decided to watch Captain Phillips, I felt a positive oddness at the act of booking movie tickets … Continue reading “The Movies” →
I’m not afraid. Of the dark. Of depths. Or even you. I will wade into rising tides. Sing on a mountain top. Paint the walls yellow. I’m free. For Nick & Jess.
I believe that even if we are fortunate enough to travel to every country on the globe, there will be much left unseen. And most of it will be what lies beneath. Under the expansive sheet of oceans, which make for three quarters of our planet. What beauty resides there? What mysteries there are in the depths that man has yet not been able to reach? How many wondrous life … Continue reading “Take Part!” →
I’m often told that Bengali is such a beautiful language. Easy to understand. Sweet on the ears. Although, the ‘mother’ tongue is essentially Punjabi, my mother is fluent in Bengali as well. And my parents have done such a fabulous job passing it on to me. At a point of time, I could read and write effortlessly as well – but then one day I wrote Bengali in my Hindi … Continue reading “Native” →