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.
The one-day road trip from London to Birmingham was filled with the autumnal hues in the countryside, and the city itself had much more to offer.
The Knights Templar have captured my imagination ever since I can remember and I have spent numerous waking hours reading about them – some conspiracy theories, but some fascinating facts too. So, it is of little surprise, when I found out about the existence of a temple connected to the legendary warrior monks in the
The mighty River Thames, that cuts across London is not only a prominent water feature of the city but also a cynosure of its art and culture. Take a walk down the Thames on the South Bank and you will find art installations and artists who all have a story to tell. Here I have
Pictures don’t do justice to the magnificence that is this place and below are some images of Hampi that have captured my imagination forever. To know more about the place and some of the references in the images here, please see Echoes Of A Timeless Empire: Hampi.
Once a thriving empire on the shores of River Tungabhadra, Vijayanagara or Hampi as it is known today, is considered the second largest open-air museum in the world. The ruins of this ancient empire spread across 25 square kilometres, is a spectacle of piled boulder landscapes and excavated sites. Derived from the name Pampa –
The only real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes; in seeing the universe through the eyes of another, one hundred others–in seeing the hundred universes that each of them sees ~ Marcel Proust Pondicherry, which thrived as the French quarters in India, still hides within traces of that bygone
As the needle thin drops of rain persisted from the early morning, cloudy monsoon skies, I made my way in an auto-rickshaw to Chamrajpet to witness a piece of history in the heart of Bangalore. At the junction of KR Road, the auto turns left onto Albert Victor Road. Immediately after the bend is my