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, while standing on the ridge in Billing. The pilot told me in a loud voice, to start running. My legs froze momentarily though this was […]
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 surroundings. Hill stations always get me excited, for their unparalleled charm and natural cleanliness. After a week of mundane work, meeting deadlines, and commuting in […]
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 nature’s pristine arms. The crystal clear mountain air, the view of the snow capped peaks fills my heart with pleasure. I had visited this small […]
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 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 »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 […]
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