I recently went to India for a buying trip. This is the third of three posts on some of our unexpected finds.
We found friendship online.
It was a perfect storm. It was a specialty printing job we needed done in less than 2 days.When I realized we needed this, I was already en route from Boston to Bangalore. We had no leads on printers who could fulfill our urgent order. Out of desperation, I posted the need online minutes before the cab arrived for the airport. Miraculously, people had responded by the time I passed airport security. I narrowed down to one supplier who seemed very professional and timely and promised the job could be done by Saturday.Seemed liked the crisis had passed.
I recently went to India for a buying trip. This is the second of three posts on some of our unexpected finds.
We were looking to work with a tailor for an urgent turnaround.We decided to work with a female entrepreneur, Nandini, who had recently started a business.We hoped our work order could help get her a stronger financial footing, and support her in her decision to send her daughter to engineering college.
Over the course of a week, we got to know Nandini more deeply.Our conversation during the sultry Indian summer evenings, occasionally interrupted by rickshaw horns, left me inspired.
I recently went to India for a buying trip. This is the first of three posts on some of our unexpected finds.
With a toddler and infant in tow on an overseas adventure, even a one-day work trip is tricky. So, I decided to take the full family for a 2 day trip to Pune, instead of leaving them in Mumbai.My grandparents, in their late 80s, agreed to join.It was a real treat because they rarely venture out given their age.
In the evening, my cousin recommended a fun sit-down place named Basho’s for dinner.My mama (maternal uncle) - who is always looking to stir up trouble - asked everyone to reveal something personal about their first love.With a couple of drinks down already and four generations present, the party was about to begin!
My grandparents were larger than life. Perhaps it’s because we only got to see them every 2 years and when we did our dada (grandfather) would take us on the most amazing adventures – on the tractor to the farm or on a walking journey through the village, with a treat from vendors along the way. Or maybe it's because of their laughter or how their hands felt on our heads as we sat at their feet, listening to stories in the dark during the daily power outages.
Even when they grew older they still remained these robust figures in our life, particularly my grandfather who was the head of the village and could be stern and serious, but always fair and a ready twinkle in his eyes...
It happened again today. We've had countless 'talks' with my two year old daughter that consist more of me pleading and her nodding indiscriminately, where I ask her to be very careful of the gold jewelry she's wearing.
My parents love to shower her with special baby bling on special occasions, as is fitting as grandparents of a girl and it's a shame when it goes unworn and becomes obsolete...