A few happy moments from tough times.
Category: Hope in my heart
Words
Eighteen years ago, as an eighteen-year-old (gasp! half-my-lifetime ago!), I decided to put my words on the internet. On a “blogspot” blog, with unfiltered thoughts and wise quips, heartaches and complaints. And last week, wrapping up 2022, I wrote this in my diary: Why should I write? Who cares? What’s the point of this expression…
Gaadi Chalaana Seekhein – Indian Road Philosophies
I finally learnt how to drive a car. At 36, this is rather late…but finally I know what to do when you put me behind a steering wheel.
Russia on my mind
(not another travel story) About a month ago, I finished ‘A Gentleman in Moscow’ by Amor Towles. It was a long book and took me about a month in between cooking, work from home and trying to keep it all together. But I also took my time reading it – relishing it, stopping frequently to…
How I like my entertainment in gloomy times
I like it funny, hopeful, short and colourful. In a world that is engulfing many of us in different levels of despair, desperation and helplessness, I seek escape through entertainment. This has been a trend for a few years now, where I’ve expressly avoided dark, gritty, realistic films or series (except for The Game of…
In times of the C-word
There seems to be only one thing to talk about these days, and no matter how hard you try, you go back to it. What will we remember of these days (or weeks or months :O) of social isolation, work from home, quarantines and economic losses? What do we have to be cheerful about? This…
The story of a ballet. In two acts.
(This might be the last of my stories from my trip to Russia. Maybe. ) Act I: A ballet in sandals By day two of my trip to Russia, I was sick. A cold that made it seem like my face was stuffed with cotton wool. I struggled to breathe and a headache made me…