While reflecting on the past year, I came across photos of my encounter with the Dalai Lama in March 2025. Through rare access to the Blessing Line, my class and I met him in McLeod Ganj under strict security and quiet reverence. The moment was brief, formal, and carefully orchestrated. I left aware that something significant had happened—yet unsure what it meant, or what I had truly expected to feel.

What happens when a former entrepreneur suddenly becomes the ‘Husband of the Teacher’? A true story about roles, India, and finding one’s place.

When Delhi sinks into its winter smog, the city feels wrapped in a heavy, yellowish haze. It’s unhealthy and suffocating—and yet, strangely, it carries a quiet hint of November blues, familiar in a way I can’t quite explain. How we navigate these months, what a frying pan taught me about air quality, and why smog sometimes feels like home—now on the blog.

When termites take over your doorframe, chaos & a capsule wardrobe project collide. An expat’s Delhi tale of bugs, karma & minimalism.

What Termites Have to Do With My Capsule Wardrobe (and How It Made Me Face My Inner Gatherer)

If I'm honest, being tidy isn't exactly one of my strengths. You can tell just by looking at my desk – it's buried under piles of paper...

How to comfy yourself – without going overboard When I feel stressed in everyday life, I always feel the need to reward myself. That...

Why being sick in New Delhi is actually more pleasant than in Germany – and what your phone has to do with it. I still shudder when I...

Or: That time I turned two years older in one day. Today’s my birthday. I’m turning 49. And let me tell you—it’s not the easiest number...

In Germany, we lived in a small, cozy end-of-terrace house in the picturesque town of Schwäbisch Hall. We’d made it really nice over the...

During the Easter holidays, I decided it was time to detox my life. Not just physically with a five-day fast, but also digitally — and...

Am I Having a Midlife Crisis? I’ve always been convinced that I’m not the type for something like that. I don’t pine for my youth, nor do...