Filling the void

On Aug 14 2018, Andrew , my 6 year old boy will leave for India with my ex-wife. The days leading upto it and the months after will be the hardest things in the aftermath of the breakup of the marriage. I have come to terms with the infidelities, the break of faith, and the…

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My Dear Son – little Biscuit

Its been over a year since you met Sarah's fur baby, Bentley. And I know you have wanted a pet for a while. Besides, Bentley needs some company too. So we Sarah and I decided to add a new member to our family. I present to you Biscuit. He was 6 weeks old when we…

My Dear Son- July 4th picnic

Today was 4th of July. And another day has passed. I am now one day closer to losing you. We went to a picnic with some friends, you had a great time playing with your friends. I was busy most of the time grilling food for the picnic, but at least I knew that you…

My Dear Son

Its the end of June, 2018. I am lying in bed at the westin resort in Maui after a particularly exciting day. We spent the day sailing towards an island called Molokini in the pacific ocean. Its a sunken crater, with only the rim protruding above water. Because of high winds, our boat was redirected…

First Olympic distance triathlon.

I finished the half moon bay triathlon on Aug 22, 2018. 0.93 Miles of swim, 26 Miles of Bike, and 6.2 Miles of Run. I would like to share my training plan and experiences for anyone who wants to use physical challenges to channel their negative feelings around a divorce. My training began Feb 16th…

A father, A son.

Its 4:37 am, I am lying awake and thinking of my little man. He just turned 6. We had a little party for him, and everyone came. It was 7 kids and 10 adults, so medium sized party. I kept it simple. Pizza and ice cream cake for the little ones. I was so happy…

Cascade of bad news

A very sick mother.  Time off from work. Staying home and taking care of her. Friction with my brother. News of my possible deportation  The impending divorce and the possible loss of my son.  Its all too much. My year of positivity is being tested. I leave on a difficult 30 hour flight to get…

A long day

The year ended not on the best note. I am struggling with a stomach bug of some sort self quarantined in a hotel room in san diego.  Its 3 am and I am waiting on the phone to talk to a advise nurse. After that hopefully, I can rest a bit more. Then we do…

A tough week

My mom is not doing too well. I was travellig in India for a wedding when I first heard that she was experiencing extreme panic attacks. She was getting extremely concerned about her ability to board the flight back to India from San Francisco.  No amount of convincing would give her any confidence. She was…