Once upon a time there lived a girl in a cosy house on the edge of a lush green forest. She was a darling little child. Dark as a raven with bright eyes and a dazzling smile that lit up her face. Her parents called her Nila.
Nila was well-loved …
Home, they say, is many things:
Where your heart is,
Where you make it...
It is indeed many of these things;
A mismatched medley of keepsakes.
It is unmade and remade in those long years you have trotted farther and farther,
Among the love and laughter and togetherness.
Sometimes it …
Here we are in the middle of summer. But instead of sun-kissed, put-on-your-pretty-dresses days, it has been bleak-skied, windy, and back-in-your-jacket weather in the Netherlands. Everything is so dull. Colourless. I miss seeing flowers on the trees outside my big Dutch window which made me think about spring when they …
My last visit to Wayanad had been in December 2018. We travelled from Mysore to Wayanad and stayed in Tholpetty, a wildlife sanctuary on the border of Karnataka. Ensconced high up in the Western ghats, Wayanad is full of wildlife sanctuaries. Deer and elephants can be spotted almost always. We …
Spring is in full swing here and we are now past the official tulip season. So, it is a little late for a winter trip entry. But better late than never.
When we decided to travel, we had two options. One was to escape winter and go somewhere warm. The …
Winter was merely notional until I left my hometown. It was like a fleeting dream existing only in the wee hours. Afterwards winter became a season when three months in a semester were wrapped in sweaters and other woollen clothes. But I had yet to see the magic of snow …
When I first came to the Netherlands, which was my first time abroad, I was overwhelmed by a lot of things. Nonetheless, here I am going to focus on one of the major elements and my favourite one that contributed to my overwhelming. FOOD.
On the very next day of …
The perfect start to my day is a good cup of tea, or what Keralites call chaaya. Enough milk, but not too milky, two full teaspoons of Indian tea powder to make it strong and flavourful, and just one teaspoon sugar. My evening tea is usually the same recipe but …
I had gone into a slumber where I could not afford to think of anything else but my work. Finally, it was a relief to see the finishing line and what I needed was a much-deserved break from everything. The idea for this vacation stemmed from that need and in …
People say there is an age to play with toys. However, I think one can like a toy at any age because at one point in your age you must have loved one or many toys. Besides, there is also the underlying fact that toys are very likeable.
I was …
Not every place you visit deserves a mention in writing. Some places do so because they stay with you even after you leave them. Budapest is one such magically colourful city, and one of my most favourite cities. There are a lot of things that come to my mind when …
It is a thick-billed crow that made me write this. I had become so used to the sight of them that they were so mundane to me. I never thought they will stir memories in a flurry to the point that I will feel such urge to type them away …
Being a person who has always been fascinated by street markets, the notion of a Christmas market was a really tempting one for me. The idea of a market held on wintry evenings did have a fairy tale like charm. So as soon as the thought crossed my mind, we …
Of all the places that we visited and the things that we did in Slovenia, it is the evenings spent in the Ljubljana old town and city centre that I love and remember the most. With a mix of architectural styles, the city immediately takes one back to the olden …
The conditions were simple: look for a country outside the Schengen zone that allows people with a Schengen visa. Among the various spots on the map of Europe, my eyes latched on to one particular place. I knew it from my early teens from Bram Stoker's magnum opus. Yes, the …
This is a three musketeers story of sorts. The three musketeers in this story were me and my friends. Only, instead of arms, we had our backpacks and spinners. We were on an adventure that took us to Meghalaya, the abode of clouds.
We flew first to Delhi and from …
Yet another summer has arrived. As I open my window the morning breeze slowly wafts into my room through the seemingly painted lake, caressing the bloom-speckled canopies of trees. It is now the mating season of cuckoos. Mornings are filled with their melodious mating calls. There are a lot of …