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Having spent the first ten days of our whirlwind tour of India immersed in bustling cities, innovative tech startups and vibrant streetscapes, I was not prepared for how dramatically different our next destination would be.  Instead of bright neon lights and honking auto-rickshaws, Hampi was an expansive green landscape of rice-paddy fields and palm trees, interrupted only by towering mountains of red granite…Continue Reading The Adventures of India-na Jones in Hampi

It was the end of a grey workweek at Ena’s instrument store in the streets of Sarajevo, Bosnia. A retired musician, the peak of Ena’s career was over; however, the impact of her music rippled throughout generations. Her hit song, “Sisters of War,” with the warm notes of the accordion and the ethereal heights of…Continue Reading Harmonious Histories: Ena’s Journey to Hampi

Since my first blog, it has been 2 weeks, only 2 weeks! Every single day we experience and learn so much. My perspective continually evolves. Since my last blog, we have been to Mysuru, Bengaluru, Hampi, Mumbai and Ahmedabad. Five cities with many people to watch, learn and grow from. I have been able to…Continue Reading Evolving Perspective: Resilience within India

In Japanese culture, there is a concept called ‘ikigai.’ Much like the language that often defies direct translation, ikigai doesn’t lend itself to easy explanations.  One interpretation (with gratitude to my mum for the endorsed definition) is that ikigai is finding joy in life through a blend of doing what you love, what you’re skilled…Continue Reading Discovering Your Ikigai in India

On the 26th of January, almost three weeks since arriving in India, I experienced my lowest moment. Physically, I was completely fine. My health is, and has been, at 100% (touch wood). But emotionally, I felt a swirling tornado of emotions that ripped apart the metaphorical shelter that protected me from the harsh reality of…Continue Reading A Bag Of Bananas

In the morning sun, a silver kite flashes its way through a blue sky. Catching the breezes above the islamo-saracenic architecture of Ahmedhabad, it flits and flutters at the end of its string. Down below, the old man stares soberly at his aerial art. At once a plaything, a cultural remnant and a celebrated image…Continue Reading Kites in the Dawn