“There’s a lot of people going up and down that escalator,” remarked the elderly bald man next to me on the seat outside the supermarket. “The same guy with a drink has been going around and around numerous times. He’s gone now. Maybe he finished his drink?”
The man was making conversation with me and it forced me to take notice of him.
There’s a good reason why I became a writer and not an actor.
Although I can be deceptively outgoing and sociable, at my core I’m an introvert who dislikes large groups and being the centre of attention. Writing was the ideal way to express myself and remain out of the spotlight.
A long time ago, legend has it that Baiga ancestors were created by God from the womb of Mother Earth. They became the keepers of the world. And, after God had finished creating the world, he offered to make them king.
Recently, a friend of mine was exploring Mumbai when she unexpectedly discovered a magnificent mural. Located in Colaba, on the main road just past Sassoon Dock, it was painted by members of the Fearless Collective.
When I moved to Mumbai in 2008, I started a blog about my life in India married to an Indian guy. At the time, there weren’t many blogs like mine. It was disappointing, as I was going through a huge transition and wanted to read about the experiences of people in similar situations. I documented my thoughts and life in detail (the good, the bad, and the ugly!), in the hope of making sense of everything and helping others.
As I approach 10 years of living in India, I’ve been reflecting on my journey and what it’s entailed. Starting off in Kolkata and ending in Mumbai, it’s been a roller coaster of extraordinary experiences, discovery and self-discovery, frustration, transformation, and ultimately success. Here are some of the important things I’ve learned along the way.