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My Passport Was Kidnapped. So Was My Inner Peace: What I Learnt When I Lost My Travel Freedom for 48 Hours
I handed my three passport booklets to a courier. He vanished for 48 hours. On what it feels like to lose your identity, your freedom, and your exit door — and realise your passport was never really a document.
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I waited weeks for Dubai and it lasted 11 minutes!
Lately, I have this incredible urge to get on a plane to just about anywhere. A new city or somewhere I have been 10’s of times, hotel rooms with freshly laundered linens and towels. A weekend that looks different from the one before it and that has been bringing a smile to my face these…
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You Only Live Once. Unfortunately, the Credit Card Bill Does Too.
Booking a holiday is pure dopamine. Paying for it is a different emotion entirely. On YOLO travel spending and the credit card bill that always, always remembers.
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The Swiss Have a Very Elegant Way of Making You Feel Poor: Notes from St. Moritz
Badrutt’s Palace, AI-generated lakes, privately educated dogs, and one emotionally supportive ice cream. Switzerland wins, elegantly.
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Nearly Lost It All in a Singapore Casino… and Walked Out of Hermès with a Kelly
I nearly lost everything in a Singapore casino, won it back, and walked into Hermès with no spend history. This is that story.
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From Beach Bliss to Hospital Rooms: My Glorious Return to Reality
Five days in Goa, twelve hours of reality. On the holiday afterglow that never survives the trip home.
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One Foot in Goa, the Other in a Teams Meeting
Counting down to a Goa holiday while the calendar refuses to cooperate. On working right up to the last minute.
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Echoes from the Bay: Missing San Francisco in My 40s
I lived blocks from the Bay Bridge before the pandemic. On the city that shaped me and the version of me it kept.
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Panic in the Time of COVID: Packing Up My US Life Overnight
Closing borders, a full house to move, and coming home to India for good in the space of a few days.
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The Conundrum of Coming and Going: Living Between Two Countries
Another airport lounge, another flight home. On belonging to two places and being fully at home in neither.
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