Exploring new places

My heart was racing as I was driving towards the airport to pick him up. It has been two years since we last saw each other and so much has happened in that time that I was not sure if this was a good or bad idea.  But here I am now and there is no turning back.

I met him 2 years ago at an airport waiting for our flights to different destinations, where we had a long layover in the same destination. We spent all that time talking and laughing over dinner and drinks.  I wrote about him then. ( (click here) However, even though we had every intention of meeting again, life got in the way and the plan slipped by. However, we did talk, text and exchange emails occasionally.

When I got back to the US after my trip, he suddenly decided it was time to come visit. Considering I had plans to drive to Asheville NC, this seemed like a good time for a road trip.

After an 8-hour drive, we finally reached the quaint B&B in the outskirts of Asheville on a rainy evening. We spent the next few days exploring downtown Asheville, hiking and drinking beer at some local breweries and even made a trip to Carl Sandburg’s house.  However, by day 3, I decided that maybe this was not the place for me. I can’t say what it was that made me make that decision, but I had to trust my gut feeling.


Now that Asheville was off my list, I had to check out the next place, which was Colorado. So despite all good intentions of me thinking that I wont be getting on a plane or stepping into an airport anytime soon, here I am again, sipping on over priced coffee listening to people talk loudly about their trips on their phones.

I stumbled out of my flight in Denver, CO on a late night, groggy from the night flight and the 2 hour time difference to see him again standing outside the waiting area for me.

The next day we drove around Wyoming admiring the open wide roads I had heard so much about. We took a drive towards the mountains and explored some of the state parks, during which we drove on dusty country roads with trees making its attempts to spring back to life and from time to time a stream would flow in between. I was in awe. Had I finally the place that might work for me?  After all I did say I wanted a place with a lot of outdoor activity, open space and not a big city and this seemed to be all of that and more, despite the fact that it even snowed one day.



We drove around different cities including Fort Collins in Colorado and I was absolutely captured by my surroundings.

During all the road trips as should be, we listened and sang off-key to country music on the outskirts of the country roads.

I even had the chance to experience elk, moose and rocky mount oysters (if you are unsure what it is, I will let google explain that to you).

Driving to Denver was my favorite part. The sun was beating down on me and glistening on the snow-capped mountains as we drove on the open roads South on I25,  as I sat admiring the big blue sky and the endless open space.  The endless cattle you see seems to outnumber the people. We were lucky to see Elk, Moose roaming the prairie too.


The snow-capped mountains

We made a stop at red rock amphitheater and explored and hiked around there too.


Is this the place for me? I wish I had answer to that question, but for now, this place has captured me.

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The fine line of friendships


It is 2 am and I am suddenly woken up by a dream. I lay staring at the fan go round and round. I keep counting the blades, one, two, three, four, five, and on and on I go, trying to recall what it was that suddenly woke me up. But my mind remains blank and the fan blades remain at five, continuing to whir slowly.

As it is common for me, I tend to think of strange things at 2 am and this is something that I have been thinking about a lot lately – ‘Friendships’!  What makes someone a good friend? Most often I think I know the answer, but to be honest, I really don’t and it is something I have been pondering about a lot during my runs as well.

I have touched on this from time to time and have had numerous discussions about it with a couple of people I consider my best friends.  My friend D says he thinks someone is a good friend if they put the same effort into friendship as you do. “When you need them are they there for you?” is what another says. The debate continues because it is obviously a matter of opinion. But at the end I think we all can agree that friendship is a two way street and effort is needed to maintain it.

Recently my list of friends have been dwindling down rapidly and most often not on their part but because I have been over thinking the idea of friends and what it means and therefore putting distance between me and some friends. It does hurt to put distance between friends who were once important, but I have accepted that it is more important to cherish the people who chose to make an effort to maintain the friendship as well.

It is such a fine line between all the different types of friendships and it’s always a case of some crossing over from acquaintance to friend or vice versa depending on the circumstances.

In life if people who want to be friends with you, will make an effort to stay and never think of you as clingy at the time you need someone to talk to. They will always be there for you, the same way you will be there for them. You can tell them any type of problem and they won’t judge you or call you emotional.

Those who drive 2 hours in the middle of the night and spend hours waiting for me to land at an airport, without doubt probably falls into friends category, along with those who live across the country but who offer to open their home and let me stay till I figure out where I am going or what I am gonna do, as is the ones who offer to help me chase after a dream or help me with my job hunt.

I have realized that it is important to make friendships that are deeper than gossiping or going out. I want friends I can get breakfast with, who I can cry with, if necessary and whose who support my life goals and believe in me. Isn’t that what friendship is about?



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It has been a few weeks since I have been back in the US and I have to say adjusting to being back has been harder than I thought it would be. Maybe it is the fact that I am still confused as to where I want to go or what I want to do or maybe that I just don’t want to live here anymore. I thought I would be able to pick up the pieces right where I left off. However, 6 months away didn’t give me any clarity as to where I want to go or what I want to do, but instead it has made it more complex.

I still dream about my months in Europe and in Sri Lanka and I wish I could pack my bags and just move there. But unfortunately reality is far different from dreams.

In order to try to get my mind back to being here and in hopes of adjusting, I sit sipping coffee at my favorite coffee shop, after which I go for a long run around the area trying to accept the reality of things .

I am trying to cling onto every ounce I have to stay focussed and adjust. I finally signed up to run a half marathon, one that I have done a few years in a row, hoping against hope that these little things that are familiar to me would be what would help me get my mind on track.

Running 13 miles is a great way to force your mind to think about everything besides running for miles. My mind drifts from one thing to another, but I finally just listen to my music and let my feet do what its supposed to.

Despite all of that and support from my friends, the struggle continues.

Maybe it is the fact that finding a job is taking its toll on me. I am trying to hold onto finding my dream job and writing 500 words as to why I should be hired is harder than I thought, even though I consider myself a writer. Apparently writing “I am awesome” does not count, not even if it is adds up to a 500 word count.  :))

Even though I continue to say that I don’t want a job in a restaurant or food related, it seems those are the offers heading my way. I reluctantly turn them down, but take on some private gigs as a personal chef just to keep my sanity intact, because at the end writing, running, cooking/baking is what keeps me sane to a great extent.

My friends tell me that I am being hard on myself. I have to reluctantly agree, it has only been a few weeks since I have been back and adjusting takes time, after all I am only human. My lack of patience makes it hard to sit around waiting for things to happen. Maybe this is a lesson on patience and for me to accept that I am only human and most often things do work out at the end.

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My ides of March 

It’s almost 3 am as I lay in bed listening to the silence. I strain my ears hoping to hear something, but all I hear is the echo of the silence.

One of my favorite songs comes to mind  hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains, within the sound of silence”.- Simon & Garfunkel

I listen to it over and over again, hoping and willing the thoughts in my head to go away and that maybe the song will lull me to sleep.

There is something about the month of March, that no matter where I am or what I’m doing these painful thoughts come flooding to my mind. I used to fight them, but I have learnt that the more I fight them the longer it takes. It is like fighting a losing battle.

So instead I give into them and go down memory lane. Is it 3 years ago that I felt my heart was ripped out of my chest? Was it that long ago? Why does the pain still feel so raw? Questions still taunt me, but I’m no longer controlled by them or no longer have the burning desire for the answers.

I grab my old computer and decide to open the Pandoras box. It has been a long time since I have looked at these pictures. The forgotten picture folder. Looking at them I’m transported to a different time of my life, happy yet sad, in love but not loved.

I scroll past the few pictures I decided to hold on to, the weekend getaway, the first marathon, the random pictures we took together.  I keep clicking and I sigh with relief, just glad that March will soon be over, because this is my ides of March.

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Home no longer feels like home

I stand at the departure gate in Germany  with a heavy heart. Just the thought of going back to reality doesn’t seem so promising at this moment. The long 9 hour flight and the 5 hours of waiting for my next connection is plenty of time to adjust to the thought of being back. No matter how much I try, I can’t seem to find anything positive about getting back.

I survive the long flight and hope to breeze through Immigration, however,  staring at the stoney faced officer for 40 minutes while I stood in line, made me realize breezing through was a highly unlikely scenario, specially taking into account the current political situation here. Despite the Immigration Officer saying ‘welcome back home’, I don’t feel very welcome at this moment. The 10 minutes of interrogation on where, why, who I went with and what I did, doesn’t make me feel at home, it makes me feel like a visitor, in the place I have adopted to be home.

At the end of the 10 minute interrogation, I had so much I wanted to say to him, but I held back because orange is not my favorite color plus writing this from a jail cell didn’t seem too tempting.

I walk in circles at the airport trying to kill time for my next flight, only to notice that due to the weather my flight has been cancelled. After hours of going back and forth, they decide to put me on a flight that is landing at an airport 2 hours from where I should be. Fortunately I have some friends who agree to pick me up from there.  The waiting begins, the plane is on its way, the plane is here, the plane is having technical difficulties and on and on it goes. So almost 8 hours after I was supposed to leave, we finally take off.

Just when I thought that I had finally faced the worse part of the trip, I am told that they forgot to load my bags on that flight. Maybe I should just take a flight back to some other destination, since coming home is taking off to a bad start.

As much as I would like to say that my days got better, it seems it just kept getting worse.  My friends had driven my car for thousands of miles making me have to replace things in it. All my mail has been returned and on and on it goes.

As always when I feel overwhelmed with things all I want to do is go run. Fortunately I always carry  running gear with me, because I know that no matter what happens, a few miles on the road has a way of making me feel better.  I run past my usual haunts, including my old apartment and my favorite coffee shop, which makes me nostalgic and reminds me this that I used call this home. Right now with everything that is going on, it is going to be a while before I feel that I am home.


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Germany off the beaten path 

Have you tried to ingrain something in your brain so hard hoping that it will always be a great memory?

As I whizz past the endless fields,  the cattle and horses grazing, I try so hard to take in as much as of it as I can. I want to always remember these curvy country roads, the random horse-drawn carriage, mountain bikers and the endless motorcycle riders enjoying a beautiful spring day. I turn my head and I see the mountains dotted with houses and the vineyards on one side with a stream from time to time and an old church or castle if I look up in the distance.

The view while riding

Despite the fact that I’m not one for roller coasters or rides of any type, I don’t hesitate to get on the back of a motorcycle with my friend while he speeds down the  curvy country roads.

the curvy roads

Before we head out, he insists that I’m dressed up in bike riding gear, to me I feel like I’m ready for a bank heist instead of a motorcycle ride.

He  speeds on the autobahn and I try not to look over his shoulder at the speedometer. I accidentally catch a glimpse and I realize it is 150 mph or almost 240 kmph. I close my eyes for a second terrified, because I feel my palms break out into sweat. However, I realize that when I agreed to do this, it was because I trust him. I try to focus on how much I trust him right now instead of focusing on the speed. The high-speed might have lasted a few seconds, but to me it seemed much longer.

We stop at his usual haunt for coffee and cake in Breidscheid, a popular stop for motorcycle riders and also in close proximity to the  famous race track called ‘Nurburgring’, or also called “green-hell”.

The riding continues, while I try to take in as much as I can of this beautiful place that has captured me.

We are back in the village he lives in. After that exciting motorcycle ride, I want to go for a run, time to spend on my own and think about the fact that my trip is soon coming to an end and reality is staring at my face.

While pounding the sidewalk, I try not to think of all the things I will miss, running on open fields and through apple orchards or the quaint houses that line the streets. The church bells that chime every hour, the wonderful food and coffee. I feel the tears beginning to form, so instead I try to think of the stories I have to tell my friends and the memories and the friends I have made in the last 6 months.

The open field I go run

The quaint house I pass

The church where the bell chimes on the hour

After my run I head to the only coffee shop in the village, eating pastry, drinking coffee., trying to remember how exciting and wonderful the last 6 months has been.

Coffee and cake

Despite the language barrier and the miscommunication and sometimes even strange looks, while I run around the village, I’ve felt so comfortable here, something I’ve not felt anywhere else.

Even though I have been to a few countries in the last few months and Sri Lanka, which will always be home, I can say I have fallen in love with this place.

I may never come back here, but I will always be thankful to my friend for showing me Germany through his perspective and outside the beaten path.  I believe I’m gonna leave a part of my heart here in Germany.

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Home through my perspective

Spending the past 3 months in Sri Lanka with my family and friends has been incredible. It has been a while since I have had the opportunity to have constructive time with them. Typically my vacations there are for 2 weeks and mostly includes me being away spending time with my friends. However, this time I was able to cook and bake for my family and friends and spend time having long conversations in person.

What I enjoyed the most was the opportunity to reconnect with friends and the place that I used to call home for most of my adult life and still think of as home to a great extent. I guess it will always be home considering, I don’t get questioned as to where I am from or how I got there or any other questions I get typically asked in the US.

Walking around the streets of Colombo with my camera, gave me a new perspective to the things I used to take for granted. The crowded roads, the people standing around trying to make a living selling the most random things, the fruit and vegetable sellers and even the fish market, where you watch the boats come in from sea with fresh seafood you can purchase.

I tried looking at everything from an outsiders perspective and understand the quaintness that relates to this place. I could take pictures of the beautiful waterfalls, the beach and the wildlife, but I believe that the people have a more interesting story to tell. So here are some of my pictures of this place, through my perspective.


A tuk tuk speeding down the road (a common mode of transport)


Traditional dancers 




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This kid was helping her mother sort fish, but stopped to pose for me



That is shrimp in their baskets being taken to get weighed 


A roadside cobbler








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It’s the company and not the destination

Some say it’s the journey and not the destination, I say it’s the company and not the destination, that makes the journey more interesting.

I recently made a trip to Malaysia with my cousin. It probably is the first time that she and I have had a vacation together. It was an opportunity spend quality time catching up on our lives and deepen the bond we share.

We spent our 5 days exploring a little of Malaysia mostly the food and making some new friends.

A few hours after we landed we took a 5 hour bus ride to Penang. During which we time we were entertained by this little boy.


Once in Penang, we walked the streets, exploring the art district and the streets which were lined up with food vendors. Despite our best effort to not overeat, its pretty hard to resist when different smells keep wafting the air.


Things people do for a picture – Art Street in Penang


One of the street food vendors we ate from


He watches the shore disappear, Penang Ferry





Art district, Penang

At the end of the 2 days there, we took a ferry and bus a back to Kuala Lumpur, where we made friends with an Australian, German, Vietnamese, and a few Malaysians. I am typically not one who will approach strangers and strike up a friendship, but being with my cousin who has a more outgoing personality than me, it was easier to step outside my comfort zone.

I could talk about our adventures, but instead I will share some of my favorite photographs.



Entrance to Batu caves, 272 steps to the top



Devotees at the caves




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A step back in time – Part 2

Trying to speak Tamil, the language which is predominantly used there was not an easy feat, therefore getting directions and trying to find our way around turned out to be quite an entertaining adventure.

Due to time constrains  I could not explore my roots in-depth, but yet gave me a glimpse into my mother’s family and helped me identify with the places she mentions in her stories.

Despite the language barrier, the stories I heard of courage and survival were unbelievable.  The fisherman who risk their lives on a daily basis to go out to sea, those who had lost loved ones and their homes during the war, but doing their best to stay positive and rebuild their lives.

Listening to their stories and knowing that life is not easy over there, gave me courage and hope when I need it the most.

Here are a few more of my favorite pictures.

A church destroyed 

Waiting for the ferry

Riding in the rain

Fisherman getting ready to go out to see



Fisherman live in shacks like this by the sea


A woman weaving a thatch



Sometimes a bicycle is built for 3


A man going to market on his bicycle

A view from the hotel we stayed at

A selfie with people I met

A passenger on another train

Some ride the train standing by the door

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I step back in time to explore my roots

The waves crash in the distance as my friend and I board the train to Jaffna. Still half asleep at 5 am, we settle into our seats for the 8-hour train ride.

I am anxious and excited about this trip for many reasons. I have never visited this part of Sri Lanka due to the civil war that was on for more than 20 years. However I am excited because I have heard so many stories of this area from my mother who was originally from there.

The Northern and Eastern  part of the country was out-of-bounds for many years because of the war. The Tamil Tigers, the terrorist organization was fighting for a separate state claiming discrimination. Most often the heavy fighting was confined to that part making it hard or almost impossible for anyone to get their. While the rest of the country did their best to carry on despite the war and the bombs that would go off from time to time in the city, the North and east were the most adversely affected.

However, the war was finally over about 5 years ago, and now with people moving back and trying to get their lives back on track, the North and east have become an attractive tourist destination.

Even though my older sister was born in that part of the country, I never had the opportunity to visit. This trip made me feel like I was embarking on an adventure that might result in finding my lost roots.

My friend Sue and I had debated for days about where we should go. Finally we settled on the 4 day trip to Jaffna and mapped out our journey which was going to involve a lot of photography and food.

After a very bumpy 8 hour train ride, during which we passed palmyrah trees swaying to the wind, bullet ridden walls and houses that were destroyed during the war, we finally reached our destination. Barely able to contain our excitement we stepped out of the train and headed to our hotel. The hotel I picked was close to the area my mother frequently mentioned in stories.

After having settled into the hotel, my friend and I finally headed out to explore the streets.  After experiencing the heavy traffic and crowds of the city, being in Jaffna was like a step back in time. The popular mode of transport was bicycles or motorcycles. There would be the random car or van which will whiz pass. School girls, boys, teachers, everyone rides a bicycle around. When it rains they still ride around holding an umbrella over themselves.

While at the beach one day we met a group of school children having a picnic, who were from a village and were on their way to Jaffna to see the only escalator in that area. I was sad by that. The fact that they would make a field trip to see an escalator, something we don’t really even think about as we step onto it.


Picture with a couple of kids from the beach

I have to confess that through a tourist perspective there is not much to do and the city is being hyped up because of the war. However I enjoyed my trip because to me it was more about seeing a city that I have heard stories about from my family.

We spent the four days doing a lot of walking and exploring and taking pictures. The highlight for me was being at the most northern tip of the country. Here are some of my favorites I captured.




Nallur Kovil






Natural Hot water spring


Taking a picture of those taking a selfie


Its a long road


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