Earlier this month, I decided to just be spontaneous and impulsive for once, and took a short, two-day break from the city and the dail...
Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts
I like trains. I like the movement, the uncertainty, the sense of adventure, and the constant influx of new faces, each bringing with th...
Ask any self-respecting Goan, worth his or her weight in coconut, what would they like as their last meal and this is the answer you will ...
My city finally feels like home again. Even though the weather reports might say otherwise, in my mind, the air just feels cooler, crisper a...
The smell of woodfires burning, sending up black soot to paint the walls. Huge pots bubbling atop the brick and cement stoves; boiled red ri...
Reunion Week turned into Reunion Month! I actually wasn't going to write more about it since I've had enough (in a nice way of cours...
"I could never decide whether I love the mountains or the sea more," I told him as we walked along the beach recently. He smiled. ...
Back to my holiday. So this is about my onward journey to Calicut, which is the nearest airport to the place I was headed to - Wayanad. Afte...
Last month, I packed my bags and got on an airplane, then got off it and drove up (or rather got driven up) into the hills. There was the co...
Up in the hills, listening to the sounds of the river gushing by, giddy with happiness, laughing at the joke I used to think was life. THIS ...
Where are you from, I asked them both. Kenya. My jaw dropped in awe. Beautiful mesmerising Kenya, a long cherished dream, a fiercely protect...
There are places I remember All my life though some have changed Some forever not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places...
I have always loved postcards and everytime someone I knew travelled, I would ask them to mail me some from the places they went to. These d...
I did not vote today. I'm hoping my not casting a vote actually makes a difference and Raj Thackeray becomes the Chief Minister of Mahar...
So twelve days of being computerless was weird. At first, I would lightly pat my baby and whisper a little prayer of hope everytime I passed...
Every evening I step into my only pair of branded footwear (if you don't count the embroidered lime green slip-ons bought from last year...
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