‘Dance? Did you say dance?’
Zorba asks Basil ecstatically as he removes his own coat and takes him through the first steps of sirtaki in what was later to be known…
Dearest Marykutty,
I am in Goa and I think coming here was one of the best calls I made in life. The monsoons – and the unseasonal showers that followed –…
Those who turn up at airports in flip-flops are those who are on the verge of missing their flights or who just had a breakup. While the former frets and…
The tunnel was leaking, then that’s how I think tunnels are supposed to be – with little ducts drilled through to act as pressure valves which in turn filters in…
Amid two million blooms
The prettiest things right in front of our eyes often go unnoticed, sometimes literally too. At the tulip festival of Kashmir the milling crowd rarely took a…
Like most attempts at chronicling indescribable beauty, Amir Khusro’s much-quoted ‘hamin asto’ is from afar, in passing, removed from close quarters and ground reality. From the perched Taj hotel –…
Discomfort, when it is honestly uncomfortable and makes no nauseous pretensions to the contrary, is a vastly humorous business. (‘Travels with a donkey’ by RL Stevenson)
Lighted lanes
Lallan* sat…
Goa / Escape routes
The path was so pretty he knew it would be a dead end. It was six in the morning and he had crept out of bed without…
The urge to be ‘out there’, to be surrounded by vast open spaces, is as old as mankind itself. Making his argument about why it is not exactly a ‘concrete…