When I look up at the sky in the evening darkness I can still see the moon and the stars, despite the amount of air pollution contaminating the air. The breezy air flowing through my hair as I walk down the beach is captivating my senses. I don’t want to turn back. I want to…
Tag: reflecting
My roots | Mumbai Diaries
My roots have long been malnourished and fragile, protected against outer influence. I have found my way back to watering them and slowly but surely they are growing stronger and establishing ground in places I never could have imagined. The journey to getting here has been long and lonely. When the tree is starting to…
TCKs/CCKs – My Experience
I came across this term a few months back, perhaps 6 months ago and I’ve spent some time processing it in the back of my head ever since. TCK or CCK. Third culture kid or cross culture kid. Third culture kids (TCK) are people raised in a culture other than their parents’ or the culture…
Poem: Peace and Harmony
The invisible painBuilding up insideThe tears flowingBoiling throughThe deepest wellWill we ever be?Known and freeWill we ever know,peace and harmony? Flowing back and forthTwo sides of a coinTides and flowsMoments in timeJust like the whispers,I call out carefullyIn the moonlit night Peace and love, Kimmi Madeline Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
Travelling is my Drug | Nomadic Traveller
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. –…
Communication and Connection
In the end it’s the tiny little things that matter for us and makes us feel understood and loved. All we ever want is to be understood I believe. When we’re not getting the response we’re looking for when we tell about our day, about that amazing trip we made or a tiny detail about…
What writing means to me
I write to feel the emotions of the words that are flowing through my fingers. It’s a language I know how to speak, a way of communicating my emotions when my voice is not enough. The rough and deep down buried melancholy can be digged up, word by word, telling a story I cannot speak….
Late night scribbles
Water is my magic element Flowing back and forth between waves Catching air between my heavy breaths Connecting through these open hazel eyes Beaming light coming through from the other side Telepathic sonic waves Travelling through the ocean Where fishes swim in different directions Will they ever find the way? Instagram: moon_over_mumbai
My door is not wide open
I just came came back from a Reiki session that went on for like 70 min. In the south of Stockholm there’s a place called Crea Diem which I found online in a spontaneous whim. I think my body knew that I needed this today. It was my birthday yesterday and every year has its…
Mumbai Dreams…
It’s been 2 ½ weeks since we came back from India this time around. The India fever has been running high ever since I came back home, been binge-watching Hindi films during these past few weeks to try to grasp for the last few straws of India that I had left in me from the…