Have you ever been to a place, saw the things you knew were there, then have your mind completely blown away by something you see unexpectedly? “Travel is about the gorgeous feeling of teetering in the unknown." Anthony Bourdain Perhaps Anthony Bourdain knew best. I was in Shri Harminder Sahib, aka the Golden Temple in… Continue reading Memories Of The Golden Temple, Amritsar.
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.
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
"We have to visit Trastevere to experience the real Italian vibe" , Mami declared emphatically. Trastevere, in Rome? It rang a bell. I had devoured the Italian section of Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Eat, Love and Pray as part of my Roman research. She definitely ate in that neighbourhood. Well, I was definitely going even if… Continue reading Dinner In Trastevere, Rome
The constant Corona news doesn't let me forget Italy. I hold on to the memories of how I saw it last summer- breathtaking, bustling with life, impromptu street concerts, delicious food and wine to sign off each day. I remember evenings in Venice, shadowy inky gondolas bobbing on the dark blue Adriatic Sea, under the… Continue reading Colours of Venetian Isles.
For me Pompeii always had a mystical aura around it. To think, it was obliterated when it faced the fury of the Roman god of fire, Vulcan himself and then it rose like a Phoenix from its ashes and lava to become a legend. Honestly, my imagination had run wild ever since I heard its… Continue reading Pompeii Calling
I was never the one for poetry. In school, reading poems meant clinically dissecting it for its meaning and picking out the figures of speech. Important lines or the ones I thought important were memorised to embellish the answer; the paraphrasing was done with precision. That was it! Sometime after I left school, I noticed… Continue reading Found Poem For Fourth Blogversary
December is here and it is time to take stock of the year gone by, the things I challenged myself to do such as read diligently once again. Sad but true, I lost my mojo to read sometime back. In fact realisation dawned when I noticed that the only books I animatedly spoke of were… Continue reading Reading Challenge Report Card Of a Reluctant Reader
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!