Girl In Germany

Okay, so finally I find time to hear just the keyboard sounds as I write this post. Huff, what a brilliant May/June this year has been! Really peeps, there was back to back schedules ( ofcourse they are more of a vacation, friends and family - but then, those are the moments everyone treasures, right?) making me scribble tons and tons of memories, now I have to catch-up so much to you!  I was so much on travel, that I didn't take my laptop along too ! Well, in a way I was totally in the moments - off from social media. And it felt good. Here's a quick wrap up before I go out to the supermarket  - The first thing that you need to do especially after you're back from India - will be self-shopping. Huh!

4. Festivals and Colours: Of all things that comes to mind, when you say that you are an Indian, to people here, I could not believe that they say "Oh, So much Sun, beautiful colors, and ofcourse sooo many people". I can agree the first and last as being their reasons for an awe, but colors? Huh?  And then it stuck me.  Ofcourse, why wouldn't they love India for its colors?

Ah, what a fantastic Easter vacation it was - five days of beauty, relaxation and fascination at Amsterdam, Brugges and Brussels. I'm back home with lots and lots to tell you. It was that time of the year, where the Sun peeps out more often pushing away the winds and greys.  With the weather prediction as winds and thunderstorms, and our plans to roam around in the nights too - We simply carried costumes of all weather. Summer shades, running shoes, Autumn boots, scarves, umbrellas, gloves, thermalwears, hoodies and ofcourse the Winter jackets - and oh, the swim costumes too. You know - just incase we found time to swim in our pool at the Apartments we stayed. Romantic Get-away: Of all the places we went this Easter, I thought I'll write of my favorite first - the mesmerizing Bruges.

Somehow I derived this love-for-camera gene from my mom, and the bad-at-expressing-onto face gene from my dad -  which makes me want to use my photographs as a mode of expression.  Oh it reminds me, wonder where dad kept his handy-cam - That's the next stage <gives a self-shoulder pat> - calm down. Okay, so this craze - to make a memory lane of all my life's happenings - It was more of the 'UP' influence I guess.  Duh, no I do not open humpty number of folders in My Computer, dig into piles of photos to go down the best moments. It tires me, and I have had enough experiences choosing, editing and finalizing pics for our wedding album - communicating with the photographer/photoshopper ( Is there a word 'photoshopper'?<pops eyes>)  back in India. The 14 folder-full of pics

I, almost everyday, travel by bus to my tiny town's city center. Be it to work, supermarket, girly-shopping, dinner date with S, friends meet-up - whatever - I take the bus, if it's cold outside. Simple. Hmm .. Actually, this gives me plenty of time to people-watch, look out the window, chit-chat with friends, write a quick email to S, or .. simply gaze at the floor. Unlike our Indian buses, where people get in both the doors, and swing by the stairs along the drive, here the buses have an Entry and an Exit - rules and rules - Follow it I say.  But, there's an exception to this 'Rule' -

And so we start our first trip of this new year 2015.  It was a short and not-much-planned one that S and I set off - this time with RWTH friends. The last time we had all met up was in the Austria -2014 New Year trip - where we parted off saying "we would pakka meet for the Summer hols" .  After hours of conference-calling on How, When and Where-to-pick-you, we finally started off on a Friday afternoon - with two Mitfahrers - he he extra money toh why not ?

Its now more than a week since I'm back here in Germany. It's colder, greyer and windier than the time I left. Friends here have been excitingly waiting for us to return - so we meetup, party and go on trips together.   Two of my friends are no more preggies - their kids are old enough to smile now: and one other's kid is now rolling on his tummy (s uper cute he looks)   Snow falls just as if the Nature herself is trying to cheer us up,