There’s much to tell. Much to withhold, for the sake of coherence mostly. Listening to Koi Humdum na raha by Kishore Kumar as I write this. Am a sucker for melancholy as I have known all my life. There’s nothing I love more than wallowing in all that’s wrong with me and the world and how am all alone in this fight against this unfair world. Only I also pepper it with enough chastisement of the self, the oh-so-useless self.
Anyway, life’s changed. And how. A new continent, a new country, a new life. Am glad, am confused, am ecstatic, am a nervous wreck! Oh yes the usual…
Am still settling down even as time jets, spurts and flies. Given how much I have detested this country all my life for various reasons, its not a small matter that I have ultimately moved here. Ostensibly to study. More. But the pacific north west is perhaps the coolest place I could have come to, the least America- like place in all of America I think! So am not all troubled and upset though I am the butt of jokes among friends. But hey, we all eat our words sometimes, some of us more than others.. leaving you with an image of this guy I am able to see from my balcony on a clear day. Not bad I say.

You window opens up to a pretty, pretty sight,S. Can we now call you an amreekan?:P