Being Sharon; finding Shyamni…
Growing up I couldn’t wait to be of an age when I would be all ‘grown-up’ and sorted. The age when my clothes were perfectly co-ordinated (think silk blouses and white pants), my hands elegant with a perfect watch & jewellery combination and just like in Sex and The City, I’d also have a cohort... Continue Reading →
In my run around for the Schengen, I feel Turkey got cheated out of a proper goodbye and a grateful one at that. Living and working in Istanbul was everything and more than I had expected. It's one of those experiences that you keep slightly hidden at the back of your cupboard with your best... Continue Reading →
I'm a very tit-for-tat person. Everything received must be paid back in twofolds. Heaven forbid if someone does anything nice for me, it will be an agonizing time for me and the people around me as I try to analyze and calculate exactly whyyy they had done that and how I could pay them back.... Continue Reading →
