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I simply love it when… Every time  I come to Baroda,  the chaai wala -  exactly next to the wheeler store at Vadodara station welcomes me with a warm smile and says “ madam, bahot dino baad aaye…" ("Seeing you after a long time madam") Dadi prepares vedhmi & fruit-salad exclusively for me. Mom hugs me.  Pooja calls me “ bena ”. I do my room, even more the whole house like a lady possessed (btw, I am the 'Cleaning Queen' of India and competing for 'Miss Crazy Cleaning' title abroad :P) Sit at the window with a cup of coffee while it’s raining. I get a gift from someone, without any occasion! ( PS: I accept gifts on occasions too) I shop & shop & shop, yet not drop. Dadi uses her classic English words to add value to her Gujarati sentence. Mama (as in mom’s brother) puts his hand on my head and shakily asks “ baddhu barabar che ne beta? Kai hoy to kehje ”? (“Is everything ok, let me know if it’s not”) I receive a compliment ...

It’s interesting how today; all of a sudden I had this desperate urge to write a blog! The way our brain works in co-ordination with our heart is amazing. (Now please save your much-misused-much maligned -typically Bollywood head vs. heart conflict story for some other time) Heart felt like writing down something... anything… whatever and brain immediately found a way out. I wish it responded as fast in numerous other occasions when I frantically want it to. Anyways, now that I have already started, thoughts are flowing in from all imaginable- unimaginable streams. I am completely overwhelmed with hundreds of stories and experiences competing in my mind, to be the first ones to be shared. Never experienced anything like this before. I need to de-clutter my mind-space. So I pause for some time, reboot & focus. I'll start with my work-tales today. I don’t know if its the best topic to write on, however, that’s what I feel like writing about right now so if you are finding your...