Ruth Sequeira

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Driving in the Masai Mara

In Love With Maasai Mara

My first interactions with a place are most often through the books I read. For Africa, it has been Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’, J.M. Coetzee’s very disturbing ‘Disgrace’, Karen von Blixen-Finecke’s ‘Out of Africa’ (plus the …

The Tower Bridge, London

Tales from Great Britain

I’m not sure when I began planning my trip to London, was it the conversation I had with Hannah while she was in India or was it much earlier, a childhood spent reading English authors? It feels like, I have …

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A Birthday Away

This blog has long suffered neglect just as my fuzzy eyebrows have and that’s about to change. I’ve been waiting for a good story, but having spent the last year in Hyderabad, I mostly have dull ones to tell, so
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My Friend Vidhi

 I have tried many a time to write about my friend Vidhi, but it was never good enough. I’ve written a poem, a paragraph and even doodled her but none of it does justice. I cannot describe her entirely, at
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The Stalker at the Station

 I travel by train everyday to and from work. I get done by 7:30pm, Monday-Saturday and today was no exception. There was quite a rush while I walked up the main entrance stairs of Kodambakkam station, I was lost in
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