The elegant houses, Portuguese in style, are painted in bright colours – yellow, blue, pink, orange and claret. The sky above is an impossible blue, the air silent, languid, punctuated only by the tinny of an old radio, and the smell of baked bread. A lace curtain flutters in the fragrant wind, dancing to the […]
Read more »The year was 2006, the month was March. My best friend and roomie Ankita had been itching to travel. She met up with her college buddies Arun and Chandru who were planning a trip to South East Asia. What happened next is a blur but approximately eight days later, we were on a flight to […]
Read more »Goa is the place of good times. Once the haven of hippies, Goa has changed considerably across the ages. But at heart, it still remains the languid land of liberty, where every sunset used to be greeted with applause, and the nights would be lit up by bonfires and forgotten songs. It is a land […]
Read more »On 15th August, we stepped into the 67th year of Independence, feeling nothing short of triumphant. I watched the Independence day parade on the television, and listened to the Presidential speech. The day was beautiful – crisp, with just a hint of cold. Watching the tricolour unfurl, underneath the glorious blue sky made my heart […]
Read more »The path meanders through the dense forest. The light filters through the canopy of the trees like liquid beams of gold, and settles on the tender plants that have begun to break through the deep red soil. The silence of the forest is broken by the crunching of the leaves under our feet, as we […]
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