Mommy bug let out a deep sigh. Budku had always been mischievous. But this time, he had been partially right.
"Why can't I have green fingers?" I asked my unsuspecting friend, one day. "It seems everything I plant just refuses to grow. Everyone in my family has green thumbs. Why am I not able to grow even the easiest of plants?" "Oh, is that all?" said my friend. "Don't worry. One day, you and I… Continue reading “We’ll draw a green thumb”
As I make my way to the main road outside our home, I take a quick look at my watch. Quarter to eight. Dang! No time to walk. It's a Saturday morning. I should be lazing under the fan, pressing snooze on my alarm for the fifteenth time. But no time for wishful thinking. There's… Continue reading You made my day!
This isn't the first time that a Chennai beach forms the setting for a post. And it probably won't be the last. And every time I have written about the waves, it has always been with fondness, and serenity. This week's photo challenge, Serene comes at the most appropriate time. It has been a month… Continue reading Serene
Entering the bar, the small stage was straight up ahead—the drums, electric guitars, the tabla, all set up, lit beautifully. The mikes stood straight, the huge speakers on either side waiting for the music to flow through them. The few seats on the left were exclusively for patrons; the bartenders were on the right. 9:40… Continue reading Behind the sounds
Udaipur is often called the Venice of the the east. I haven't visited Venice, but I'd still prefer it to be called the Udaipur of the west! I'll let the pictures of the Jag Niwas Palace at Lake Pichola do the rest of the talking: More photo stories from Udaipur This is post #28 in… Continue reading The Floating Palace
Conflicting thoughts dance around his head. He shakes them off to go earn his bread. At the river bank he picks up his oars And ferries people across the shore. As he rows he feels happy His hands and body move in perfect harmony. He breaks into a smile And forgets his problems for a… Continue reading Oars
One of the things that we found particularly nice about Gangtok, was how clean the city was—despite the extreme weather, the huge influx of tourists, and the logistical challenges of a mountainous terrain. In the three days we spent, the constant rain may have dampened our hopes of seeing the snow-capped Himalayas, but the stone… Continue reading MG Marg at night
Have you ever felt like the universe is sending out messages to you? I ask because that's what I've felt lately. Take for instance, this chain of events that have taken place over the past two days. Yesterday, quite by accident, I came across a TED talk by Manoush Zomorodi, in which she explains the… Continue reading The mocking mural
It's still early winter and there are some brave ones roaming the streets around without woollens. But we're not taking any chances. As I write this post, sitting snugly in the warm blanket, my mind wanders to our freezing experience in Sikkim last year. At the Tsomgo lake in Sikkim, we rented extra woollens and… Continue reading Waiting in the cold