We first met one hot day in Madras (I really can't get myself to say Chennai). I must have been about eight years old and we had just moved into our new home in Annanagar West extension. My older brother and I were bored that afternoon and deciding to be a little adventurous, we climbed up onto the parapet of our roof. It was exciting; we could see far and wide, a whole new view of our new neighborhood. Suddenly we heard an unfamiliar but pleasant voice call out to us asking us to come down immediately. We peered down and were startled to see a lady we had never seen before looking up at us with amusement and fear. She asked us our names but before we could answer, she once again asked us to please come down before we fell and broke our heads, and laughing, we reluctantly climbed down and went to introduce ourselves. And thus our relationship began with the lady from the house across the street. She had silver hair tied up in a bun and eyes that twinkled. She introduc
I call myself a global nomad. Born in Ethiopia, I grew up in India and have since had eight moves, across three continents. I enjoy writing about life as a trailing wife, parenting four third culture children and social issues. I have also published a short Memoir ‘A Little Girl's Dream- Our Adoption story’.