Paris can be a good idea, yes.

In late September, I found myself struggling to operate a handheld digital weighing scale. I’m a hoarder; I hate packing; I loathe moving. Same old, same old. I had been packing to move to Paris — sounds magical, doesn’t it? But the truth is that I was terrified about leaving…

As a child, I appreciated the variety but hated cinnamon.

I cannot be the only one. I distinctly remember hating these chunks of bark and dried up leaves in my food. My tongue could do sweet, salty, spicy, and candy. I couldn’t appreciate the complexity of cardamom, but I could tell the difference between tap and bottled water. I was…

Berlin is a small city with a big personality. Much like the city, every neighbourhood is an adjective.

It’s tacky to begin an essay with a dictionary definition, but hear me out. Google Translate defines pfand as a “pledge.” Every time you pay for a bottle in Germany, you pay a small deposit that you can claim if you bring the bottle back. So, you’re pledging to return…

Sounds like the set-up for a grand joke, but this is just me exploring what I found to be the least gentrified Indian space in Berlin.

Stuck in what was a balancing act to keep all my glass bottles and plastic bottles from overflowing out of my large tattered grocery bag, I thought about how I had stopped going to the store that I had initially bought the bag from. I wondered if I should replace…

If it doesn’t fit in your palm, maybe it’s not lucky.

I don’t believe in luck, or at least I try not to. Of course, I give in and look for a new source of hope but not without putting up a fight. It’s the last resort. You know how…

Meteorology and geography — I mean, it’s all related, right?

We lock our windows before we go to bed. Is it possible that you feel cold because there’s a gust of memories pricking at your skin, urging you to go back?

Yeeeeeesh. I’m not so sure I should’ve said that…

A year ago, I left what had been home for more than a decade to move to Berlin.

A snapshot of the road leading to Alexanderplatz (Berlin) with the famous TV Tower standing tall in the background.
Bis später, alligator.

I remember the sprint from the international terminal to the domestic one. I was so, so terrified of missing my connecting flight. The sun had been out, but the fear had kept…

Shruthi Subramanian

I write and eat my feelings. Hi, I’m Shruthi.

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