I wrote this as a guest writer, on my good friend Renee’s blog.
Originally posted on Intuitive Coaching:
I am an Expat, and a global nomad. The best part of being a traveler I believe, is that, not only do I get to meet interesting people from all over the world, but through them learn about different cultures, perspectives and attitudes.
I was born in Patna, the capital of Bihar, in India. I grew up speaking four languages, Bangla, my mother tongue, Hindi and Bhojpuri as they flew around me, and English at school. Learning Bangla from the comic strips in the Bengali newspapers, sitting on my grandfather’s lap, with his arthritic finger, as a guide to my blind-folded self, I learnt about words and the way they help me explore different spaces. Sitting on the window seats, like Jane Eyre, behind the yellow brocade curtains, in my grandparents’ living room, with books all around me, enveloping me in their fragrance, it seems to me now, time lay trapped between those pages, waiting patiently till I learnt to read and let their magic lose in my life. Books, that lay in precarious piles on the floor, that ranged the shelves in utter disharmony, some that lay tucked behind, hiding, till I grew to a particular age, old enough to make sense of those worlds.
All my gifts from family and friends, for Birthdays, as well as rewards at school, were books, and over time, I realized that they became my best friends, and I, became a loner, lost in the world of books, languages and the fascination.