I could hear my heart pounding with excitement, which made it difficult for me to hear what the pilot was saying. I was strapped to the paraglider, waiting to takeoff, […]
Read more »The day I was told about visiting Chikmagalur, all I could think was how wonderful it would be to wander through the coffee plantations and lose myself in the beautiful […]
Read more »I dreamt I had gone back to Chakrata (With apologies to Daphne Du Maurier). The mere thought of Chakrata fills me with a wistful longing to go back in […]
Read more »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 […]
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, […]
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