We set out for a road trip yesterday, a rainy May morning. The rains were a pleasant respite from the sweltering summer, and they made our journey an intensely happy one. I was excited as hell as we were making a pit stop to my birth place, Pantnagar before heading out to the cool climes of Dhanachali, a hamlet tucked in the mountains of Uttarakhand. You can read about my memories as a kid from Pantnagar here – Far, Far…
“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers, and clouds and stars.” – Martin Luther King On a mid-monsoon morning, the wispy clouds powdered across the sky, draw out designs of divinity over the glimmering river Kali. The gracious trees bow and behold the sight in reverence, as if becoming one with this symphony rendered by the heavens above. The large tree under which we sit, relishing this spectacle put together…
Read : Girls Must Have Fun! Early this month I took a trip to Goa with my bestie. She has a little Enid Blytonish pad, beautifully furnished with immaculate whites, where we spent three dreamy days. It was my first girlie trip. Having heard so much about all the fun girls have when they go on the much talked about “girlie trips”, this was a much-anticipated one. We had planned to do this for a while, but you know sometimes…
It’s balmy sunset at Thalassa, the Greek Resturant that lies ensconced on top of a cliff, at the Vagator beach in Goa.
As the sun peers through the cloudy sky; the wisps of cobalt yellow rays or are they pixie dust, tumble into the evening sea that placidly shimmers in a magical glory.
My mother and I share a bond which is about 45 years long (including my time in her womb). Well, I gave away my age, but listen up folks, “Age is just a number.” *Cheesy Grin* knowing that one’s such a cliché. Well back to this little Ode for my Mommy Dearest. Ma and I are like chalk and cheese in many a ways. Yet my core values are a reflection of her. We love each other to the moon and…
Aloha! I wrote this post during my travels but due to poor connectivity was unable to post it. Do pardon the tardiness. I’m now back from my break and will be returning to my regular blogging schedule. Journey Down Memory Lane: #AtoZ Challenge Reflections 2017 5 April, 2017, Morjim beach, Goa, India I’m cooling my heels at Morjim’s black, sandy beach, Pinacolada on one side and a plate overflowing with the fresh morning catch of jumbo fried Pomfret, salad and some fries…
I’m currently relaxing in Goa and experiencing a sense of “susegard” which in Portuguese translates to being relaxed, contented and in a state of bliss when one chills by the seaside.
This is my first solo trip, though for just a day.
Z is for Zesty & Zany Life The Conclusion, that continues… As the curtains draw to a remarkable close to the month of A to Z Challenge 2017, a part of me is despondent and the other part, happy as a lark. Despondent at the thought of the closure, happy at the idea of taking a break from the rigours of writing, researching, editing, posting, cross posting, commenting etc (for a bit). I intend to turn these 26 posts into a…
Y is for Yonder & Beyond Henceforth, and till I live, The World at Large Today is the penultimate day of the great AtoZ writing challenge It’s been a long, fascinating, yet demanding month-long ride. Also my first journey with AtoZ. It was a pleasure compiling 26 different stories of my enthralling travels experiences. Some replete with adventure, some plain simple revelations that the places brought with them and some life’s little nuggets of wisdom lent during the course of these…
X is for Xenial City of Nawabs Another timeless classic I’m from Lucknow, capital city of Uttar Pradesh in North India, also known as the City of Nawabs. I choose to call it xenial as every pore of this ancient, city exudes hospitality, love and a deep-rooted pride for the cultural heritage. The people of Lucknow are warm, soft-spoken and courteous. The rich cultural heritage of the city is pretty much influenced by the Mughal era. This includes the…