8 August 2026

That was the cutest thing I have seen

Downtown Alpharetta, especially on Saturday mornings during the Farmers’ Market, is a veritable congregation of dogs. They arrive with their minders in all sorts of shapes, sizes, colors, and personalities. The bigger ones tend to be quieter and mostly survey the scene with a somber look. The smaller ones tend to be packed with energy, yelping and jumping excitedly.

This picture from this morning is an epitome of those two kinds. The little one, with no regard for the size of the other one, kept up all sorts of antics to get the big dog to play with him. The big dog just kept a close watch on him – enough to acknowledge his presence – but not so much as to encourage the little one any further!

That must have been the canine version of David and Goliath!

6 June 2026

From one nomad to another

I have this friend – Christine Santos – who is a crazy traveler. She and her husband own a coffee place – Boarding Pass Coffee – in downtown Alpharetta. This is where I end up with Jay Jay every Saturday morning and at times on weekdays too.

I was in there this morning when Josh called out, “Raj, Christine left something for you!”

“What does she have for me?” I asked, a bit curious.

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Turns out Christine got me a gift from her country #74 (seventy four!!) – Georgia!

I have never been there. I will find out more from her and try to land up there some day myself!

31 May 2026

Why I Do Not Want to Go to Heaven

Sharmila, Jay Jay, and I were strolling through the Farmers Market in Alpharetta yesterday when a gentleman materialized out of nowhere and handed me a piece of paper — designed to look like a currency bill — and asked:

“I have a fake million dollars for you, for a real million-dollar question.”

That caught me off guard. But I thought, why not play along?

“What’s your million-dollar question?” I asked, neatly folding the bill and tucking it into my shirt pocket with the gravity of a man finishing up a financial transaction.

“Do you think you will go to Heaven?”

Ah. Religious angle. Classic Farmers Market ambush.

Unfazed, I said, “No.”

He was clearly prepared for this. “Do you want to go to Heaven?”

I did the math quickly. Say “Yes,” and he pounces on exactly what I need to do to get there. Lengthy conversation. Cold samosas.

So I smiled and said, “No.”

This one he wasn’t ready for.

“No??? …Why not???” he stammered.

Honestly, I wasn’t ready for it either. But I made the best of it.

“All my friends are in the other place.”

Even he couldn’t stop laughing. Which gave me the exact cover I needed to laugh along, politely excuse myself, and rejoin Sharmila — million dollars richer, and with my eternal destination firmly sorted out.