Today's image is of the house I was born into. It was surreal bring back there. I remember vividly waking up every morning getting ready for school and drinking my mom's tea while sitting on the bed looking out into the busy street watching all the people and the motorcycles go by.
This was my house in India. At that time it was a one room house plus a small kitchen. since then the new owner has added a floor and another bedroom. I remember all the memories of my relatives coming from America and all times my sister and I would play in front of the house. The times I would sit on my dad's motorcycle before he went to work.
This is the first time I am sharing stories about my personal life so please bare with me as I figure out the best way to reflect.
Heres to humble beginnings