Desi by Birth, Bangkok by Choice (and Mild Panic)
Lost in Translation (and Also in the Menu): My Bangkok Chronicles So I did it. I voluntarily packed up my entire life in Bangalore and moved to Bangkok. Just like that. Brilliant decision-making skills, truly. It was equal parts exciting and "what on earth have I done" — the kind of feeling you get when you order something spicy and confidently tell the waiter "yes, Thai spicy is fine." Spoiler: it is never fine . The first great tragedy of my new life? Finding vegetarian food. Back in India, vegetarian options were basically everywhere — like relatives at a wedding, you couldn't get rid of them even if you tried. Here, I have become a full-time detective, squinting at menus, desperately Googling "does fish sauce count as vegetarian?" (It does not. I have been informed firmly.) But the roads — oh, THE ROADS. Smooth, pothole-free, even in the outskirts. I genuinely teared up a little. My spine, which had accepted a lifetime of Bangalore roads as...