Posts from the “Expat” Category

LION

Posted on January 28, 2017

A couple days ago Aaron and I watched Lion at the movie theater. Scenes filmed in Calcutta made every memory  of our time in India come flowing down like a river. We squeezed each others hands in the dark, instantly our eyes filled with unspeakable emotions.

Our time in India was a huge soul stretch, a beautiful challenge.

Here are some photographs I dug out from my hard drive.

Much resilience and hope. I love my Indian friends.

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Birth

Posted on May 23, 2014

Throughout my pregnancy and at incrementing levels I dwelled mostly on: a) trying to block the very thought of giving birth altogether b) mind-note-taking, nodding and/or cringing at friend’s birth experiences c) watching wide-eyed like, a million births from the show “The Midwives”–dread and tears of joy got me every time, high five to all the midwives out there! At 35 weeks, Aaron and I were told that my ‘fluid’ was low– ‘visceral’ is the word that comes to mind for all things pregnancy, there are: bags, membranes, cords, sacks, pockets all slimy and warm, homey and life sustaining. It turns out that my amniotic, ‘The main fluid’ yah, was lacking. So, am I leaking it or how does one lose it?? Holding my breath and tightening my thigh…

Escape

Posted on April 11, 2013

I, the weather-aware woman.

Seattle taught me a lesson, don’t think about what is on the other side of your glass window; get your raincoat and not your umbrella.

I still thought about rain about once a day.

We’ve  had 104F temp at some points this week.

It is sometimes difficult to function when away from a source of cold air.

It is difficult to admit this is how I feel too…phew

Although we have a car, the papers are being processed, the paper are in a ‘still process‘ as I see it. We ride on taxis as we have for a year now. Your pants get stuck to the old ambassador seats; the driver wets a red towel and wraps it around his head to cool off. It makes me feel like I am in a steam room, and someone keeps pouring water over those hot stones.

I grab onto the taxi’s door which hides the rolled down windows and wave my hand onto the warm Calcutta air. I think is cooling me down, but then maybe is not.

I have found myself a tad edgey, wrawwwwr

My mind wonders away to anywhere cool and spacious. An escape.

So dramatic of me to say.  It’s alright.

These are some photos from our trip to Delhi. Delhi is not my favorite city in India, but they do have some kickass gardens!

The Mughals sure knew how to stay cool in those hot summer days

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T for Taj

Posted on March 12, 2013

…and the Taj A love story, a tomb a marvelously carved marble jewelry box of art. It most certainly could be “a teardrop in the cheek of eternity” as the great poet called it.  It is most definitely what everybody says it is.  It is also a story of a broken family and if the myth is true, if the builders’, masons’ and artist’s hands were cut off in order to prevent the Taj’s reproduction in any way– then, it is also a story of deep- seated pain and incredible sacrifice. We woke up early in the morning to cross the sandstone wall that divides a dusty and hectic Agra into the world of the Taj. We had a tiny cup of chai that we bought on the…

Dorothy

Posted on March 9, 2013

Sometimes in India you feel the “Dorothy, fasten your seatbelt ’cause Kansas is going bye bye.” Other times it is the mouth wide open in overwhelming awe to the magnificence and uniqueness around you. It is sort of like you are on a big wheel, you may feel underwater as much as on top of the world. Or at least that’s how I felt last week. My sister and Horacio came to India and we were Jumanji -swallowed as if trying to catch up with the two decades my sister-in-law said she had waited to come here. Walking on a moving train, stepping onto magnificent white marble, sipping from the same water bottle, getting a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, grinning as we…