Posts from the “People” Category

The Two Month Hop

Posted on January 18, 2014

This is my unloading of two months worth compilation of cell phone camera shots from my resent visit home.
IMG_1945IMG_1944It started to look a lot like Christmas and feel a lot like a long wish list. Not ideal.
IMG_1943 IMG_1942My brother Nico did most of the construction of this lovely restaurant in DC. Love the art deco ceilings!
IMG_1948At the National Art Gallery in DCIMG_1929 IMG_1927 Clyfford Still paintingsIMG_1930 IMG_1931Mr. GoghIMG_1923IMG_1924IMG_1925Edgar Degas and his never boring ballerinasIMG_1926IMG_1921

At the Hirshhorn Museum DC
IMG_1786There she is
IMG_1762My sisters’ cozy shire and her little monster, Lili. Fran is crazy about puzzles (sudden obsession) she has even bought a table just to give into her guilty pleasure. Every day she’d make me sit and do my ‘puzzle duty.’ I did put together some peaches from her Flower & Fruits still life jigsaw puzzle. I can be a good sister when I want to ūüôāphoto (18)
California was our last stop before heading back to Calcutta. We had our share of delicious Mexican cuisine.IMG_2112I present you Luxe. Even though she suffered from quite a severe case of ‘kisslicking’ she sure made us feel loved and welcomed.IMG_2110 IMG_2094 IMG_2048 IMG_2041

Baguette

Posted on October 20, 2013

I might have rusted out that part of my brain that blogs. Really. Following a few months of complete-uncreative-hibernation, I have just now started to come out of my cave to eat my wild berries. I even¬†have a couple of other blog post ideas already lined up (wow, take it easy) but I say start with Vietnam and make my way back. South East Asia, always a dee-light. Having Pho soup was almost a staple for Aaron and I in rainy Seattle, and quite honestly, they do do it justice in the States, it must be because there are actual Vietnamese people behind the big pot of soup. Surprisingly, I was more drawn to baguettes, Lord bless them. I haven’t had a decent piece…

Close up

Posted on May 16, 2013

A close-up [anything] generally makes us cringe, even if is not that close. Lack of personal space, a portrait, a look, even a word hinting to something too close to the truth could be enough to make us walk the other way.

Pores, lines, sweat, scars.

Humanness and vulnerability exposed for everyone to see, or so we fear.

But oh, so much beauty is in every individual!

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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…