Raulito

Author: Raulito

  • I’m Officially in My Rice Era

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    Paella, pulao, biryani, and everything in between. I had a small realisation recently, and once it clicked, I couldn’t unsee it. I am going through a massive rice phase. For over a month now, I’ve been eating rice pretty much every day. At least one meal for sure, sometimes even both. And honestly? I have…

  • The Global Citizen Dilemma

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    Everywhere and nowhere feels like home. Spanish by birth. Indian by origin. Raised across continents. That sentence has followed me for as long as I can remember. It sounds neat when written down, almost poetic. Living it, however, has been anything but simple. I was born in Madrid, a city that still feels stitched into…

  • I Accidentally Went for a Walk in Barrio Salamanca

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    Bright shop windows, strong winds, and zero regrets. So, storytime. The other day, I decided to step out for a walk. One of those walks I do occasionally where there is no agenda, no route, no destination in mind. Living smack in the city centre gives you that freedom. You can head anywhere and let…

  • Food That Feels Like Home

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    Home has never been a fixed point for me. It has shifted, stretched, and redefined itself over the years. Spain. India. Places in between. I have learnt to live comfortably with that ambiguity, but if there is one place where the idea of home has always felt certain, it is on a plate. I was…

  • A Walk Through Chueca and Malasaña

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    I did not set out with a destination in mind. Some walks are like that. You step outside, turn a corner, and let the city decide where you end up. That afternoon, Madrid led me through Chueca and then gently nudged me towards Malasaña, as if reminding me how easily it shifts its mood without…

  • Learning to Trust My Voice Again

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    There was a time when trusting my voice felt natural. I spoke, wrote, expressed, without second-guessing every word. Somewhere along the way, that changed. Not dramatically. Not because of one big moment. It happened slowly, quietly, through years of working, adapting, fitting in, and learning when to soften things, when to stay quiet, when to…

  • Krachai: A Thai Lunch That Actually Tastes Like Thailand

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    Last Saturday, I went to Krachai for lunch with a friend, and it turned into one of those meals that stays with you. Partly because the food was genuinely excellent, partly because it was a delayed birthday gift and catch-up kind of day, and partly because the restaurant itself has that rare combination: stylish but…

  • The Wheel of Time, Book 5: Thoughts, Feelings, and So Many Spoilers

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    (Yes, this is your final warning) This post contains full spoilers for The Wheel of Time, Book 5.If you haven’t read the book yet, this is your cue to leave now.There will be major plot points, character deaths, and endings discussed.You’ve been warned. Proceed at your own risk. I finished Book 5 and just sat…

  • How My Mornings Usually Go

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    Some mornings, it’s as simple as making chai and standing quietly in the kitchen while the water boils. No scrolling. No planning. Just waiting. Letting my mind arrive before the day does. Sometimes I’ll have the noticias playing softly in the background while I sip my chai, half listening, half still waking up. I try,…

  • Madrid Teaches Me How to Stay

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    There are cities that teach you how to leave. Madrid taught me how to stay. I don’t mean stay in the literal sense, although I have. I mean stay present. Stay grounded. Stay connected to myself even when life feels noisy or demanding. Madrid has a way of doing that without trying. It doesn’t rush…