Travelogue

Bombay Duck

Few months back, at a Madh Island hotel, walking around the periphery of the back lawns opening to the vast sea, I could not help but witness fishes flying over the barbed boundary wall on to the green pathways, some withering on muddy path without water, others already dead, discarded by the volatile sea waves….

Co dependence

Meet people but don’t fall in love. Fall in love but don’t drift apart. Drift apart but don’t burn bridges. burn bridges but don’t stay too apart. Grow roots. Become root bridges. Interwoven. Intricate. Co-dependent. Fell in. Fell out. Fell out. Fell in. Now, entangled.

The Majestic Munnar

Munnar has been on my mind since our last visit to Kerala two years back. We travelled across South Kerala from Kochi and visited Kollam, Trivandrum, Kovalam beach, Poovar beach and Kanyakumari. That visit was during monsoons and we soaked in the beauty of God’s own country during rains. Also read : Watch an evening…

Watch an evening go by Kovalam Beach!

On #WorldTourism day, sharing how an evening spent at the lighthouse and the Kovalam Beach in Trivandrum (Tiruvanthpuram) can leave an indelible mark on your heart. Lighthouses are love. Showing us a life less ordinary. A life above the mundane. The one above the rising tide, the beaten stones, the one away from turmoils. Lighthouses…

The Photographers’ Poem

50 mm lens, a compact nifty fifty, aperture shifting, @ f/1.2,f/2.4,f/4, Zoom in, out slant of the eyebrows, The face, myopic, microscopic now. (-0.50 lens, are appearances everything)? The scuffle between agility and survival, Amma’s saree pleats on her forehead, mish and mashed, like parallel plateau, in an ebb & flow, embedded in her…

Mysuru before the Dasara week

How many of you remember Mysore as the inspiration behind the city Malgudi that R.K.Laxman had created with his words? On this sojourn, I wanted to locate Malgudi in the folds of Mysore.

The Malady of Wanderlust

Fear jazzed with angst on the tip of my tongue. churning stomach, knots wrung. Stranded entangled, in a maze of roads, my heart rose, ticked as a clock with battery low. The curvaceous roads to NathuLa pass, surrounded by them mystical mountains echoed and forewarned at each turn; curvy Tsmago lake, can be lethal, a meandering snake….