The Stranger in The Light

There are photographers who put a lot of effort into planning the shot, calculating the light, and sorting out all the equipment beforehand in minute detail. Then there are those who just walk out the door without an iota of planning or even a concept, with a second lens and back-up battery if they even remember, and shoot whatever the soul stumbles upon. I belong to the latter. I must confess, I am very indisciplined about carrying my camera around with me 24/7, and the number of times I regretted this decision don’t seem to be enough to get it…

“Until The Bitter Weather Passes… “

This is the time to be slow,Lie low to the wallUntil the bitter weather passes. Try, as best you can, not to letThe wire brush of doubtScrape from your heartAll sense of yourselfAnd your hesitant light. If you remain generous,Time will come good;And you will find your feetAgain on fresh pastures of promise,Where the air will be kindAnd blushed with beginning. ― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings Yesterday was one of those days I wished I could have simply stayed at home. When the heating broke down in the office (it wasn’t just us, but the…

Nibbles of Mindfulness

On my way to the bus stop yesterday I had the ultimate pleasure of enjoying the first frosty morning of the spring equinox. In India I would have been celebrating Holi, the festival of colours that I absolutely adore, not just for the fun, but for very personal reasons. You see, 21 years ago on Holi I lay in the hospital in the midst of excruciating contractions. The surgeons (it was a caesarian birth) decided to have a little fun in the operating theatre, since partying outdoors with the rest of the world was out of the question, they did…

Commuter Adventures: Rollator Rights & Fights

I have no idea why, but the past weeks have provided me with very interesting insights into life and society while riding the bus around Berlin. I shared my recent experiences with the unpleasant and disturbed man beside me, as well as the day a passenger beside me collapsed. There is yet another incident that made me contemplate the future. Both my mother-in-law and my father used a rollator, and my mother swore she would use one the day she could no longer walk on her own two feet. Here in Germany, a country that takes walking and independent movement…

Commuter Adventures: Just Another Creepy Bus Ride

Now that the nights are shorter and sunrise earlier, it is lovely to be back on my favourite path through the fields on my way to the bus stop. This morning I headed out the door and was greeted by a sky that was a palette of pastels, large fluffy clouds looming in the distance. With the crisp winter air engulfing me and audio book rumbling along, the world was in perfect order for a few minutes. The first bus that arrived was fuller than a can of sardines, so I decided to wait for the next one. True to…

Commuter Adventures: A Close Call

There are days that I wish never would have happened, but as an old friend used to say, even the worst days can be chalked up to experience. Yesterday was definitely one of those days, so horrible that it will be ingrained in my memory forever. It all began with my morning commute to work on the bus. I knew it was not going to be the usual quiet and pleasant bus ride the moment an entire kindergarten class got on, all the children excited to spend the day at the zoo. The already harassed teachers were on the lookout…

Moving Forward

The emotional baggage I will always carry with me, no matter where I go. They are not something I can hide or escape from, pretty much like my own shadow. The manner in which I handle this burden and load (yes, I do make a clear distinction between the two) determines my mood and fighting spirit for the day. I began my day with yet another visit to the doctor, to complain about the medicine I was prescribed last week. Basically I was told to embark on a nutritional and lifestyle change to reduce the chest pains and stabilise my…