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Back in the States after two and a half months of wedding madness in India and I'm happy to be reunited with bae and happy to be starting a new life together (officially) but I also miss India. I miss home. I miss my family. I miss listening to the soft purring sound my cat makes as he falls asleep on my lap. I miss striking things off my endless wedding lists. I miss wedding chores and the wedding madness. I miss sneaking out to meet my cousin because according to my parents I'm still 16 and I need a curfew. I miss the smell of Indian coffee in the morning. I miss my grandmom calling me and asking me to list all the things I ate in my last meal. I miss buying groceries at Shanmuga Nadar and running back to get that one thing I forgot. I miss the morning walks under leafy banyan trees with mom: she points all the plants and their benefits and draws my attention to the chirping of the birds. I miss seeing my dad feed my cats in the night. I miss seeing the busy streets dappled in bright sunset hues and the non stop honking of the street traffic. I miss the taste of sesame oil in my crispy podi dosa. I miss falling asleep to the sound of a ricketty fan in the breezy afternoons. I miss a thousand other things and some not much. Yes, our wedding was an unforgettable chapter but in the grand scheme of things, this long distance double life has made me love all the small every day moments and the rhythms that I might have taken for granted otherwise even more. All the good (and bad) stand out loud and bright and I love how my senses are heightened and perspectives deepened. Not sure how long this one foot in India and one foot in the States life will last, but while it does, I intend to soak in every moment in every place.🇮🇳🇺🇸 PC: @brimcompany MUA: @jayanthikumaresan_makeupartist Important life update: #instafiancé @deepesh_nair is now my #instahusband 🤪✨🤗 Cheers to a marvelously busy and (somewhat) productive summer. Even without trying, I'm always running around like a headless chicken, trying to balance chores, work, and life, as one does. My time management skills leave a lot to be desired haha. I tipped the scales over this time and made things busier - I started taking evening classes for frontend aka making websites etc. I am now making a website to make websites for restaurants. At work, I moved to a new [advanced threats + cloud] team, so lots of learning all around. ☁️ My apartment got flooded by a reckless neighbor. I'm neck deep in a battle trying to restore my unit back to normalcy. Blerg! I have learned that it's critical to insure pretty much everything you own in the US, whether it's your chewing gum, your health or your apartment, no joke. On the personal front, my friends had a baby and another friend got married [twice]. YAY! I was the maid of honor for the Atlanta wedding *tears*. My friends and I helped throw a baby shower, a bachelorette in New Orleans and helped organize the wedding(s). Things are in progress for another big event coming up soonish. Some close family peeps fell really sick in between but thankfully they are improving, I hope. All in all - I'm stuck somewhere between a wondrous dream and a trainwreck haha. I decided to take a break between all this madness and get back to being one happy wanderer, just for a little while. Best friend's wedding in Bulgaria is the perfect excuse, isn't it? Hope ya'al had/are having a good summer! :)
People say marriage isn't easy but have you tried registering your marriage in Tamil Nadu? 🤪 It's "online" now. #willAnInstagramUpdateSuffice #oonjal PC: @brimcompany Magical golden hour in Sofia ✨🇧🇬 I can't fathom how I feel grief for someone I've never met in life. Such was Anythony's larger-than-life persona. I remember being 21, having moved from India to the other side of the world & watching his show for the first time with a child-like sense of wonder as he traveled to places around the world I didn't even know existed & met people with names I couldn't pronounce :) Maybe he planted the first seeds of wanderlust in me, I can't tell. The incredible thing is, despite having traveled widely, he never claimed to have conquered it all, seen it all. He portrayed countries & cultures from the point of view of a curious spectator. Humbly, but unapologetically. He had a way with words, people, food & they resonated. There are similar shows today but he paved the path for tourism in its most raw form. I didn't always agree with what he said but I'll celebrate him for the trailblazer & gifted storyteller he was, for making travel so accessible & bringing the world a little closer that way. He has often discussed his depression, drug abuse but everything he said was cloaked with his gregarious confidence, wit, & humor, that perhaps the obvious signs were overlooked. As humans, we tend to equate travel, success, & fame with happiness & having "made it in life". He has shown that you can have a zest for life & adventure & still grapple with depression. I come from a country where poor mental-health is seen as an "artificial problem" or "madness". It's common to say "There are poor/distressed people in the world with real problems". The reality is that mental health doesn't discriminate & neither should we. I don't have a clinical condition so I can't speak for the people who do. Someone I love tried to take their life when I was young & luckily, that didn't happen. The person I speak of is in a better place today. Please reach out to your friends, family, professionals & seek help/comfort. There could be a brighter tomorrow
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