The transition from countryside to big city came about slowly on the train to London. And the moment we stepped […]
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Aarti Garde
Having spent a number of years in various corporate jobs in India, working 11 hours a day 5 days a week, I became a trailing expat spouse in 2011, living first in Vietnam, then in Indonesia, and now in Peru. I spend my days dreaming, hate housework, love my hobbies, need to exercise and lose weight, love to travel, and yes, love my gadgets. Occasionally I get nostalgic pangs and yearn for the corporate life, the sense of achievement, and the security it offered. On the flip side, I've learnt new skills, new languages, started up and closed a business in Indonesia and now call myself a photographer/traveler.
All Good Things Cometh to an End, as doth Fancy Titles Penned*
Friday morning I was torn between going back to the Cotswolds, exploring Blenheim Palace and Baddesly Clinton, all in different […]
The beauty of Cotswolds to behold, the Contents of Haggis Ne’er to be Told
Hah! That was Not how the day started**. Sunshine brightened my day and made everything beautiful. Driving in England for the first […]
Ruins and glory is history’s lot, Oh the thrill when the car was got*
It was the day to pick up the car in the afternoon, which meant that I couldn’t venture too far […]
Tread boldly in Garden Yonder as Banished is Thy Dog Poo
I had expected all of England to be well-connected by bus and train, but apparently Warwick is not on that […]
When all seemeth lost, hope shalt not*
It was one of those days when nothing wants to go right. Souvik went to work, and I had a […]
Whilst kings battle history rivers runneth crimson*
If you wanted to have glorious sunshine all the time you should’ve stayed back in Jakarta. In England, you should […]
Beware lest the swan’s trumpet doth betray its tranquil plume*
The people from Stratford Walks inspired us to go to the top of the tower at the RSC, mainly because […]
Rejoice the sun,’cause shadows are ne’er distant*
Day 2 in Stratford began at the dark hour of 4 am, as we were a little jet lagged. Coffee […]
Walking in Stratford-upon-Avon
There’s something about being in the birthplace of William Shakespeare that makes me self-conscious about blogging. But the town of […]
A Busy Life of Leisure 