“Do you want some tea?” My dad asks. We are sitting in the large kitchen of one of the nunneries, the young novice looking with controlled curiosity at her unlikely guests. My dad is giving me that slight michevious there-is-something-more-to-this-question … Continue reading
Mahatma Gandhi once said “A nation’s culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people”. Its good that it doesn’t reside in the level of poverty,the hygiene standards of street food or the pockets of its politicians … Continue reading
Last week was a turbulent week by my standards. I said goodbye to old friends, made new friends and discovered again why it is that I love this place. “I am leaving for Mumbai tomorrow” Arne yells at me through … Continue reading
Dinner “Sarah Lakshmi” the driver asks me in Broken English “What you want? You want Dosa Onion-Dosa Masala Dosa Paper Dosa Butter Dosa Uppadam Tomatoe Uppadam Onion Uppadam Masala Uppadam Idli Puri Vada…” he rattles off the entire South Indian Dinner … Continue reading
I would say I live a pretty typical 23 year old single Indian women’s life here in Chennai. I go to work, do some grocery shopping on the way home, watch tamil movies in my little living room while drinking … Continue reading
I went to an Indian Wedding reception yesterday. I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to be going and so I of course had failed to bring an extra outfit with me. Indians are very particular in that point. … Continue reading
