Be a tourist in your own life. Note your private landmarks, your important historical sights, your favourite spots. - Found in Gretchen Rubin’s “Moments Of Happiness” It’s been two years in Singapore today! What an interesting time it has been. For once, not in terms of the place and the travel and the externalities, like… Continue reading Two Years in Singapore
Wats, Mountains and Khao Soy – Chiang Mai
Sometimes, just sometimes, I go with the flow. I don’t plan much and I don’t read or educate myself about my destination. This time, the reason was two-pronged. One, the destination was Thailand, where I’d already been a couple of times. I knew about its deep contradictions and stunning beauty and tourism friendliness. Two, a… Continue reading Wats, Mountains and Khao Soy – Chiang Mai
North Vietnam – Part 1
We sat in Mrs.Duong’s courtyard sipping tea, as Na helped translate the seventy-five year old’s life story to us. After politely enquiring about her children, her husband’s nine siblings, their association with Uncle Ho and the ornate shrine in their small living room, we took the plunge. “Is it ok to ask her about the… Continue reading North Vietnam – Part 1
The Template Of A Mad Metropolis – Tokyo
You know you’re a city girl when your senses come alive amidst crowds, when your heart thumps to the beat of a commuter train, and when your brain kinda gives up on the necessity of serenity ever so often. I know I’m one. I love my cities as much as I love my mountains. And… Continue reading The Template Of A Mad Metropolis – Tokyo
Finding A Green Purpose
The last two months, my travel focus has been home, Bangalore. I decided not to miss special occasions both happy and sad, and I’m glad I went back. Through it all, there was a parallel track running in my head, something that has been on my mind an awful lot this year. Sustainable living, both… Continue reading Finding A Green Purpose
In The Meadows Of Dayara Bugyal
The hills are alive with the sound of music! - Maria, in The Sound Of Music I hopped, skipped and jumped in a green meadow on a sunny morning, singing the one line I knew of this song over and over again. Before me lay an undulating meadow, caught between a white winter and a… Continue reading In The Meadows Of Dayara Bugyal
The Glories Of Ancient Angkor
Oh, Angkor. Any ode to you that's been brewing in my head ever since I heard of you years ago will not be ode enough. Any words I find to describe even a minuscule part of your physical grandeur or your geographical significance will do you no justice. Any description of how you dwarf the… Continue reading The Glories Of Ancient Angkor
