I love airports! There I’ve said it. As a veteran of Indian bus and train travel, I’ve pushed my way through countless narrow aisles, clutched my bag in a death grip and dragged my suitcase behind me. I have squashed myself on everything from ledges to perching on suitcase edges to corners of the seats.… Continue reading Memories So Sweet And Dubai Airport Treats.
The last time we wore our ‘Kumaoni pichora’, or 'leopard spotted stoles' as my youngest insisted on calling, was for my cousin’s wedding two years ago. I took this picture of my mother around that time. She was among the few ladies who glowed in her distinctive Kumaoni nose ring. Draped on her was the… Continue reading Spots And Dots Of A Kumaoni Pichora
“Mum, I tested positive for COVID!” I am numb for a second. The setting couldn’t be more unreal for I am in a taxi. The Knight and I are on our way to the airport. Just a few seconds ago we were congratulating ourselves on leaving the baby of the family safely in the big… Continue reading Pandemic And Its Panic Buttons.
So what connects a miniature airplane to a gurudwara (a place of worship for the Sikhs) in Jalandhar ? This particular gurudwara goes by the name of Shaheed Baba Nihal Singh Gurudwara except it is also referred to as the ‘Hawai Jahaz (aeroplane) Gurudwara’. Intriguing, right? A bit of online research and ...voila! So there… Continue reading Make A Wish At The Aeroplane Gurudwara in Punjab, India
Lately I’m living a dreary life of eat, sleep and repeat. When I’m not battling blues or worse, boredom, I am on a look out for anything that will shake me from my stupor. Sadly my usual fixes- Netflix and my novels, have failed. Even my latest love, the audio books don’t excite me; the… Continue reading The Discovery Of The Most Amazing , Amusing Podcast-The Amelia Project
82 Araghar was my Nana's house, my second address all through my growing years. It was tall, white, double storey opposite the Araghar Post Office. In fact Nana's house looked like a slice of cake with pretty white trimming, served on a narrow platter. A gushing canal ran along its boundary walls for many years… Continue reading The House That Nana Built.
A fort on a steep plateau like hill was the Daulatabad Fort in Aurangabad. Other than a faint outline, not much was visible from a distance. The fort sang its siren song and I was spellbound. I had a sudden urge to walk its highest ramparts. Climbing up to the fort was not easy even… Continue reading Story Of my Spirited Hike To The Daultabad Fort.
This week, I have the pleasure of guest-hosting it with the theme ‘A Glimpse into your world’. Show us the things you love that makes your world spin or things about your world that makes you delirious with joy.
If you are ever stuck at home with an exacting teenager whose idea of beauty is perfectly coiffed hair, you are in trouble . It begins innocently enough. "Don't these honey - blonde high lights against dark hair looks fine mummy? We can do it at home. One box is enough and it's easy too.… Continue reading Skills I May Need Tomorrow-Hairdressing
Say Stockholm and I think of impossibly blue water and cerulean sky, a quietness in the very air that’s always crisp and fresh and an underground that is lit. Serene Stockholm packed in loads of surprises. I was in rapture from the moment my flight landed at the airport. Floored! The airport was a delightful… Continue reading Stockholm- Striped And Checked