I remember reading about the term “mirage” as a child in school and always imagined it to be a magical thing. As our bus trudged on the soft part-sand-part-mud path, outside the window a thin white line started appearing on the horizon. The nearer we approached the brighter and broader the line became. Settlements on
I have called this city a partial home, where most of my vacation days were spent as a child. Visiting here after two decades brought back memories that I wanted to capture before they were lost to time, as the place undergoes drastic changes yet retains the essence of what my childhood felt like.
Against the stark barrenness of the white desert, there live numerous colourful faces and each has a story to tell. Here are some of them who walked a while with me on this journey and left an impression on my soul, through theirs. The Tanpura Singer Deva Bhai sat under a shaded canopy, surrounded by
Standing on a semi-dusty lane, outside the gates, in a circle, we listen to Ruslan as he invites us to his country, his home, and how happy he is to have us here. This is one theme you always come across in Kyrgyzstan – the love for the country first and everything else follows smoothly.
“If you ever write about this, name it The Search For A Perfect Thangka,” says Norbu, my guide, and displays his pearly whites in a smile. “Very funny, but I will consider it,” I respond, “and you can be my editor for the article!” After driving me around for almost two hours in a near-deserted
The purple knee-length dress flutters at the hem, as I walk along the cobbled road flanked by rows of wood apple and bamboo trees. In the early hours, the residents of the Osho Meditation Resort in Pune, dressed in flowing maroon robes and bamboo sandals, are returning from their breakfast at the German Bakery located
The crisp morning Himalayan air whips through my hair. I look out at the first glow of sunrise from my hotel balcony. I have been coming to Rishikesh every year and the stay at Divine Ganga Cottage is becoming a norm. I particularly love the fact that, in this hotel, I find the quiet and
The rhythms of Scottish folk songs sway along with the movements of the bus as it meanders through the Highlands towards Lochness. Our perky driver keeps drawing our attention to some of the famous points on the way through the announcement system. All the while keeping a sharp eye on the roads that are awash
A hedonistic mix of old and new, this city is a soothing amalgamation of beauty and bliss. Everywhere that the eyes turn, there is a flurry of history and interesting sounds and smells – from a bagpiper to the classic haggis. A bagpiper near The High Kirk, making the gloomy day brighter!
Having a long free weekend is a blessing in London, especially if the skies are not a dreary grey and there is a hint of sun. Autumn welcomes you in every corner and during this time of the year, the festive spirit just about starts creeping in.