Things I tell myself the night before Sunday walk: a) Be resolute, be strong. Be ready to abandon bed-blanket on a Sunday morn. Sigh! b) Be on time to hit the trail. Set the alarm for 5.45 and 6.00 am. Another one for 6.15. Then RUN! c) Carry the essentials. Excitement , wonder, curiosity, and… Continue reading Sunday Walk Through Paltan Bazaar, Dehradun.
I have always dreamt of Venice like the way made famous by our very own Bollywood films and romantic novels. Water would lap at the doorsteps of these grand buildings that would stretch on either side of a winding canal. The gondoliers would be dressed in their jaunty striped shirts humming a tune, their gondolas… Continue reading Magical Venice!
The Forest Research Institute (FRI) in Dehradun India, is every bit grand as its name. Ask the locals and on cue they go into raptures. See the sweeping emerald green lawns and don't miss the museum and the botanical garden! The monkeys are a menace and be careful of leopards. Yes! They sneak up on… Continue reading A Hauntingly Good Walk!
When your expectations are low because everyone says there isn't anything to see in a small, dusty town called Akhoor, you hide behind your sunglasses and nod off. You instead look forward to sampling the flavours of the sprawling Jammu City next door, perhaps launch a pilgrimage to the Vaishno Devi Shrine. Till your eyes… Continue reading Unexpected Beauty Of Akhnoor, India.
Behind the tree, On the wall. Neglected yet resplendent, Lord Shiva in his divine form. This was on the road I often passed, Eyes locked on traffic, honking horn, A flash of blue caught my eye, A Pahadi nose ring, And an enigmatic Mona Lisa smile. "And all the roads we have to walk are… Continue reading October Bytes#1 -The Wonder Wall
I confess, I am guilty of holding on to scraps and stuff. Sometimes I keep them for sentimental reasons but mostly for the kids if they ever wish to build a spaceship in the backyard. While my family despairs at my inability to deal with my hoarding syndrome, in a twist of fate I found… Continue reading Twisted
Tripura is a peaceful state in far East India with a laid back vibe. A wall flower among the North Eastern states so much so that the rest of the country vaguely nod at its existence. Well, Assam has its tea, Nagaland has the Hornbill Festival and Arunachal with its border squabbles with China draw… Continue reading Tripping through Tripura
It was billed as a walk among ancient edicts, read a message from King Ashoka himself, a man who lived 2000 years ago. Today he is a rockstar of his times, his life story is the stuff what legends are made of. Reputed to be ruthless, he renounced his blood thirsty ways at the height… Continue reading The clue in the ancient writing.
We had been friends for aeons now so it was bound to happen. More than a million conversations later, that stretched for hours on the phone, the girl gang of two (Number 3 dropped out), decided to take the long overdue no men or kids, girls only trip. We picked Jaipur, famed for its opulent… Continue reading Painting a town called Jaipur pink
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