Minha stood in front of me. Surrounded by her parents, and standing close to her baby brother's pram, she waited in anticipation for the writer who had written her favourite story. In her arms was a colourful hard-bound book, eagerly waiting for Mussourie's most famous resident to sign it for her. She held it close … Continue reading The girl and the Cherry Tree
... (hopefully) keeps the country together. It's been a long, bitter and frankly, the most disgusting election campaign I've witnessed. We did what we could - by voting. Here's hoping for harmony, unity and peace of mind.
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