I never really planned on living in the US. But then again, I never planned much at all. Yet, here I am a guy from South India, lost in a city where bagels are worshipped, subway delays are a daily ritual, and people jog even when they’re not being chased.

I suppose you could call this my midlife blog crisis. A place where I document my wildly uneventful but somehow chaotic life as an NRI trying to function in a city that never lets you rest. Think of it as an unsolicited ‘Chitranna’ of my experiences, a messy mix of nostalgia, cultural collisions, and everyday existential crises.

I ramble about everything, the absurdity of paying $7 for coffee, the magic of Indian breakfast buffets, the strange guilt of leaving home, and the even stranger guilt of liking it here. Some days, I miss filter coffee and monsoon rains. Other days, I convince myself that jaywalking is an extreme sport I was born to play.

So, if you enjoy neurotic storytelling, misplaced nostalgia, and the occasional rant about overpriced groceries, welcome. You’re in the right place.