When I was younger my mother never stopped speaking about how she loved India. In our house, we loved the food, the fabrics, the color, the movies, the ora. My father followed her one day, curious about her fascination but it ended in the complete opposite, he hated it. I always wanted to go and see how I felt. What
Month: February 2012
Losing my Bike (a little piece of myself)
I started to cycle to work from Farah’s house, it felt good to be out on my bike again. Morning cold wind against my face riding through morning traffic. It felt so free and liberating. The past couple of months I was busy wrapping up my masters I didn’t have time to enjoy the feeling of being free. Then one