Grey Hair and a Bouquet of Red Roses in Delhi’s Airport
The awkward, confusing, beautiful, surprising, untethering experience of reuniting with my father.
“I just don’t know. I don’t even know what I just told you. It doesn’t even seem real to me. I don’t think I’ll see him. I doubt he checks his email.”
- Hmmm… don’t I have a father somewhere in India?
- Hmmm… don’t I have his email address somewhere?
- Hmmmm…. let me try and email him.
But the man in grey pants and a grey jacket with grey hair holding a bouquet of roses covering his face had moved his eyes past me. Ok so it wasn't him. I walked towards the taxi stand. The man in grey didn't turn around to watch where I was going.
I’m a humanitarian aid worker and an entrepreneur in global education and ed/tech. USAID to starting The Global Sleepover.
I’m strong at: accessible education, being nontraditional, strategy, creative writing, design and applying my imagination and creativity. Have lived and worked in 7 countries- from Bosnia and Herzegovina to Colombia to the UK and places in-between – with the added privilege of having worked in the two newest countries in the world: South Sudan and Kosovo.
On my list: masafir, qawali, writing, dance, accessible education, being free and staying in my orbit.
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