Writing Challenge: Map It Out

Writing Challenge: Map It Out.

Places I’ve lived.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Two Subjects

Weekly Photo Challenge: Two Subjects.

This was a tough one. But I think I did okay.

Taken outside the Taj Palace Hotel in Mumbai 2006

Taken outside the Taj Palace Hotel in Mumbai 2006

Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrast

Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrast.

Taken from the window of The Oberoi Hotel in Mumbai on my birthday in 2006. The view is of Marine Drive, where my family grew up.

Lights at night along Marine Drive

Lights at night along Marine Drive

Weekly Photo Challenge: Arranged

Weekly Photo Challenge: Arranged.

This was taken in Mumbai during my cousin’s wedding. His bride’s father owns this building and it was decorated for the wedding. Not because any part of the wedding was here, but just for the sheer fact that he owned it. Wait until you see the rest of the wedding!

Lights in Mumbai

Lights in Mumbai

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden.

This is a photo of my brother and I hiding in the closet on Marine Drive in Mumbai when we were kids.

My brother and I hiding in the closet

My brother and I hiding in the closet

Weekly Photo Challenge: Ocean

Weekly Photo Challenge: Ocean.

Taken out of my uncle’s window in Mumbai, India in 2003 of the Indian Ocean.

Shot of the Indian Ocean in Mumbai, India

Shot of the Indian Ocean in Mumbai, India

Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows

Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows

I took this in CDG Airport in 2003 on my way to Mumbai, India. I was expecting to go through London on British Airways, but due to snow, Heathrow was completely shut down. I ended up returning to Paris for a very short time.

CDG Airport in Paris, France

CDG Airport in Paris, France

What is the story behind your given name?

What is the story behind your given name?.

My first name “Shanta” is a Hindu name meaning “peaceful”. The more common name “Shanti” means “peace” and is more commonly heard in eastern chants such as “Om Shanti”.

When I was born, they said that I was so peaceful that they decided to give me the name of my paternal grandmother. It is truly an honour to have the same name as she.

She became bedridden shortly after my grandfather passed away. There she stayed for more than 12 years. Her hearing started going along with her eyesight. But she never complained. She would sit there day in and day out praying for the welfare of her children and grandchildren, like me.

I was fortunate enough to spend two months in India in her home and the last day I gave her, along with the other women of the household, including the servant, a dozen roses. I like to think that whenever she smelled roses, she would think of me. She passed away a few months later.

I can only hope that I will do her name justice and continue to bring peace.