Born in India, raised in Australia and now living in Austria, I’d say I’ve been ‘round a bit. My home is situated about 70 kms from Vienna. I have been living here since 1987, am married and have 2 children.
My hobbies include reading, tennis, biking, learning guitar, and of late, writing. The older I get, the less I go skiing, but the more I appreciate the beauty of the icy wintry landscape.
Still, it’s the summers I love best. We usually travel somewhere – Italy, Greece, Croatia and we just take it really easy. Summer is cool! I miss summers in Aussie.
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