My blog turned two early this year and I missed the notification completely, my head was in the clouds. My strategy, from telling myself that I'd publish every fortnight to publishing multiple times a month (wasn't going to argue with the muses whenever they decided to make their presence felt), I finally settled for at… Continue reading Turning Two and Forty Two
Keep your face to the sunshine, the shadows cannot hurt you. Be the dragon. Recognise your power. Awake, arise, ascend! https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/ascend-cmhr/
Robber's Cave, locals call it 'Guchhupani', totally lived up to the drama its name conjured up. The old timers spun tales of deep underground caverns and tunnels that crisscrossed the city, many were used by the robbers of yore as shortcuts, escape routes and hideaways to stash away their loot. Folks still insist that much… Continue reading Robber’s Cave Transformed!
Winter has set yet the air is hot and dirty. Delhi was in the news for its smog conditions; the media, the memes, the wats app forwards had so much material to tap and I living 300 kilometres away developed a nagging cough. I'm unsure whether to blame the changing season or the quality of… Continue reading Clearing a queen size smog
"Rajpur is a charming hamlet by day but a ghostly one at night. Why on earth do you want to go to a nature festival organised there? Its hairpin turns and narrow lanes are mind boggling to navigate in the dark." Well, that meant I had to egg my family harder to join me in… Continue reading A peek into a Nature festival in the hills
Ok! I need to say this - I'm utterly obsessed with the two cello wielding musicians from Croatia called 2Cellos. I mean that's the only explanation for actually standing close to an hour, headphones wrapped around my ears, scrolling down their videos, watching each till the very end, without fidgeting or fast forwarding at all.… Continue reading Five times when 2Cellos left one fan thunderstruck.
Jagat= world, Gram=village. All the Indiana Jones and Lara Crofts were in a tizzy. From Kalsi, home to the Ashokan edict, we were driving to the site of the Ashwamedha Yagya, that’s an ancient practice of horse sacrifice conducted by a king who wished to flex his muscles without declaring a war on his neighbors. Nobody… Continue reading Treasure hunt in Jagatgram.
It is speedier than Speedy Gonzales, more wily than the Wile E Coyote. It waits and watches in plain sight, Ninja like invisible to the eye. In a flash it seizes its chance and swoops from the skies. It clasps it in its deceptively small beak and flies away with the prize. The target is… Continue reading Waiting to crow on the golf course
I recently noticed that while texting, the tips of my thumbs tingled and not in a nice way. Maybe I had let my enthusiasm get better of me, my gentle typing had morphed from tapping into banging the letters on the screen. Luckily I had begun as a single finger typist so it was easy… Continue reading Texting Tingles
All year long, little hands scribble and scratch, swirls of colours in waves and giant balls. They gleefully rip, many times carelessly snip and then glue the bits. The characters begin to come together; snakes and lamps, planes and trees, traffic lights, Santa, creatures under the sea. Then comes the time when it's imperative… Continue reading Collage