Category Archives: Growing up global

Thank you, Starbucks

“Ni hao!”┬áThe barista called out, as I stepped into a Starbucks cafe in downtown Shanghai. “Ni hao!” He said again. I looked up and realised he was talking to me. A 20-something chap with a cherubic face and trendy eyeglasses … Continue reading

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Getting closer to nirvana

It was my birthday over the weekend, and despite having done it 41 times, and despite knowing that every other person on the planet has one too, it continues to feel like the most important day of the year, one … Continue reading

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Disappointment is for the birds

The bird’s call rang out in the late afternoon sky. Hoo-ou-ou, hoo-ou-ou. The air swelled with anticipation. It trilled again. Hoo-ou-ou, hoo-ou-ou. The sweet question evaporated into the vastness. Who was the bird calling out to? It certainly seemed like … Continue reading

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Journey to an ancestral home, part 2

Mornings were magical in Mudgal. It’s true, the sun rises everywhere and we all see the wonder of daybreak from wherever we are. But, in Mudgal, dawn was special. I threw the rough, fibrous blanket off me, rubbing my cheeks … Continue reading

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Journey to an ancestral home

I waited at the traffic signal. It had been a long week, and now, the city insisted on stretching it out with a light that was interminably resting on red. I sighed and looked around me. Concrete apartment blocks stood … Continue reading

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Perfection of the present moment

It’s Sunday, usually a low-key day for me because I can’t muster the emotional stamina to face Mumbai’s traffic. So, I’m mostly at home, wandering around the spaces in my memories – the long-vacated classrooms, childhood parks, cross-country drives, dark, … Continue reading

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Sri Lankan days – Rice and Curry, please

Peering up through a small window, he took my lunch order. “One rice and curry packet, please,” I said, handing over Rs.30. I was an 11th-grader in my school, the Overseas School of Colombo (or, as it was called in … Continue reading

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