A trip back to Blighty For those of you that didn't see the relevant blog, I have just come back to India (and so am NOT in the UK anymore!) after a last-minute trip home to be at my grandpa's funeral. It was strange to find myself back in Britain at a moment's notice. It still astounds me the way air travel morphs time and space; compressing and expanding it like a concertina. It magically folds away minutes and hours as whole continents appear and vanish out...

Given that I once spent 50 minutes composing a text message for just one recipient, I suppose I do have some concerns about writing something that could be viewed by all and sundry! Yes, I have most definitely been putting it off; beginnings, just like endings, are tricky. They are also inevitable though, and so here goes. One of the concerns I had was that I predicted a bit of a battle with the English language. I knew I would find it really frustrating when I ...