In the last year, Teja and I, between us have erased entire hard disks 3 times, by mistake. There have been smaller misdemeanors on my part, erasing files, moving them … Continue reading
The day began with the deliciousness of nutan-gur rasogollas. I had my share of 2, then went for a bath. Teja left me 1, from his share, which I had … Continue reading
The coupe in the Duronto is clean, the sheets spotless. A far cry from the Haridwar Express. There are several people who keep dropping in, to lay out two folding … Continue reading
Our holiday in Puri begins with an evening in South Bombay. We travel by train but perhaps not often enough, because we have reached VT without checking if our train … Continue reading
So while Dhanno and I are having a what seems to us desi types bred on Dominoes and Pizza Hut, an authentic Pizza Prosciutto e Funghi at Cafe Concerto by … Continue reading
At the Hot Spring Cottage in Jhinu Danda, there was a spider as big as a baby’s palm above our bed. Dhanno went out of the room, screaming. She jumped … Continue reading
or “Kiske baap ne bola tha?” – is the thought that goes round and round in my head, while I try to shatter the stone steps with my persistent gaze, … Continue reading
Mumbai – Delhi – Kathmandu – Pokhara – Nayapul – Ghandruk – Chommrong – Dovan - Macchapuchchhre Base Camp – Annapurna Base Camp – Bamboo – Chommrong – Pothona – Phedi … Continue reading
Not many of us were too happy on the yellow boat. I was very, very not-happy on the yellow boat. We all felt happier once the yellow boat was in … Continue reading
Tired of being broiled, we chose to get baked. We were like mad Englishmen or dogs wandering around in hot afternoons in Vadodara, while the whole town slept, numb with … Continue reading
Teja fiddles with his camera. He says: “I don’t like palaces and forts. Unless I’m studying them for some particular reason.” Dhanno says: “We should go to Jodhpur, Jaisalmer, Jaipur, … Continue reading
after a Fish a la Jagat dinner on a terrace restaurant over Lake Pichola, all I can say, folks, is have a lovely Christmas.
Don’t we all look rather stuck? Sometimes, life feel likes that, too. Then, I guess, you just have to wait for the tides of the Brahmaputra to come rolling in.