Gastronomically satisfied: Diary entry # 2

Following up on my gluttonous journey over the next (brief) period, from June 2017 to August 2017. Spain (June 2017) Sun and sand. Beautiful people and unfinished monuments. On a whim, one warm March evening, a trip to Spain and Portugal was planned. Holidays were applied for, initial bookings made, flight tickets issued, paperwork gathered…

A dancing Arctic sky

(Note: A longer version of this post has been published in The Daily Star as Dancing with the Arctic Sky) Huddled inside a lavvu, a Sami tent, around a blazing fire, we binged on coffee and ‘almost homemade cake’ – almost because Knut, our guide for the night, bought the cake (firm chocolate cake with…

The storyteller’s magical web

Quiet down, I am typing here. I knew you are a fine actor – admiring you as Sam Baldwin, Andrew Beckett, Forrest Gump, Joe Fox, Chuck Noland, Viktor Navorski, James Donovan, Sully, Walt Disney, Ben Bradlee…. In each role you brought out the character so beautifully, so competently, so effortlessly. What I did not know…

When I met King Tut

I left behind the blazing, swirling sand and steadily climbed down a ramp that led deep into the earth. Twenty-six feet down. Down to KV62. I staggered my way into the well-ventilated, cool chamber and was warmly greeted by the man who stood guard. I turned to my right, towards the lights, towards a spark…

Gastronomically satisfied: Diary entry # 1

Tracing my gluttonous journey over seven months, from August 2016 to March 2017. Egypt (August 2016) The Pyramids and the Sphinx, camels and sand, pharaohs and hieroglyphics. And food. Egyptian have a large heart and they love Indians! ‘We love India!’ is the common cry no matter where you turn. But Egyptians have a larger…

White peaks, blue lakes: Ladakh diaries

Snow-clad mountains. Clear blue skies. Crystal clear lakes. Picture-perfect monasteries. Mouth-watering food. Warm, friendly people. Jullay! It’s been a while since, hesitantly, I booked the trip, that I had to take before I hit the third decade of my life, with a women-only travel group; except my roomie-for-the-trip, my childhood friend, I didn’t have a…

A walk through the City of Victory

(Note: A longer version of this post has been published in The Daily Star as Ambling through the City of Victory and on my Tripoto page) Some trips are good; others, unpleasant. Some are a disaster; while some others turn out to be memorable. A journey to the ruins of the Vijayanagara dynasty amidst gargantuan boulders, Hampi, in southern…

Picture their faces: Those who’ve crossed my (travel) path

With curiosity in her eyes she watched my every move, deep into the lens of my camera. At the Drass market, where we stopped for tea and biscuits.  Jammu and Kashmir, India, 24 September 2009. The only moment (perhaps) when her gaze was not fixed on me. The procession of goats from the upper, chilly…

A library of my own!

Storage space has always been a matter of concern. Having lived a life out of cartons (well, not always, at least, not all the time, but I hope you know what I mean!), the dream of owning a library of my own remained a dream. Until the day we settled on our apartment. Once all…

Ghosts of past and present

When Amar Hamsa begins on a quest to narrate his twenty-six years lived at the Bungalow, what we witness is the gradual unfolding of the crumbling state of the physical and the mental, as also of relationships within and outside the home. Part witty, part serious, he traces the lives of the inhabitants of the…