On Saturday, Philip and I voted for the first time in New Zealand and for the second time in our lives. We are quite a bit older than the minimum voting age but could not vote in India on most occasions because our names would not be in the electoral rolls on account of our frequent transfers. On one occasion, someone else had voted using our names.

Election day went very peacefully in New Zealand and we could make out that much planning and work had gone into it. The country voted for change, just as the US did, only the shift was in the opposite direction, from left of center to right of center.

After we voted we were given stickers to wear.


One more person, a first-time-ever voter, voted in our family and that person appeared terribly affected for the rest of the day.








From her forehead the sticker found its place on her jeans, got lost, was found again, and treasured for life.