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Every now and then, clusters of tourists slow down by the green bowl between the hills. They stand over the rim for a few minutes, either puzzled or in delight, before walking down to the field. The grass is so dry it scratches at the ankles, and the sun is ruthless, but that doesn’t bother … Continue reading Vineyards and Cricket Balls
The first time I saw the Adriatic Sea, I realized blue can be many different colours. Now I’m about to spend a whole week on the water, watching it shimmer and shine, up close. Read the piece here.
Budapest has many stories, and many scars, the deepest of which runs along the Danube. It was here, towards the end of World War II, that the fascist Arrow Cross Party (Nyilaskeresztes Párt) lined up the city’s remaining Jewish population. Thousands of men, women and children stood on the ledge above the water, shoes discarded, … Continue reading Remember the shoes
My glasses keep slipping out of place and my cotton shirt is soaked, pasted to my back. Despite the thick forest cover, the heat pierces through at Mumbai’s Sanjay Gandhi National Park. As a child, this was a place for family picnics and school trips – for paddle-boat rides, chutney sandwiches, and the ‘safari’ – a ride … Continue reading How to adopt a tiger, or a lesson in Indian bureaucracy
Hidden in the iciest corner of the world is the stunning Norwegian city of Bergen. It is a splash of colour dropped between seven towering mountains and broken in parts by the expanse of the blue-green fjords. Like the rest of Norway, Bergen is carved around the nature that surrounds it. Breathtaking reels of scenery … Continue reading History, soaked in colour and wood
On one side of the road is a neat row of buildings in pastel shades. Pink, green, yellow and blue. On the other side are a string of mix-n-match bohemian street cafes. The aroma of fresh coffee blends gloriously with the crisp morning air and the friendly chatter on the street is accompanied by a … Continue reading Magical streets and cups of coffee
Caution: Elephant Zone. Do Not Stop. We shall not be responsible for attacks by elephants,” a signpost on National Highway 212 warns motorists. That sign encapsulates how far the Bandipur National Park has come since its conception, and how its fortunes have changed. Through the 18th and 19th centuries, Bandipur was a hunting ground for … Continue reading Tigers, Tuskers and a Brigand
The last time I stood on these walls, I saw Dubrovnik -her glory, her history, her scars. I traced the slants of orange rooftops all the way to the blue waves. I stood over flowering courtyards and packed cafes. I snuck quick peeks through open windows to get a glimpse of daily life along the … Continue reading Blue Seas, Fresh Oysters, and a Glass of Wine
I am a wine novice. I don’t know a Chardonnay from a Sauvignon Blanc. I can’t tell an earthy wine from a fruity one. I have no clue why a decanter is important, or what it means to let a wine “breathe”. But as I’m standing atop the fortified walls of Motovun, a hilltop town … Continue reading Istria – A glass apart
His fingers are thick but nimble, looping the black cord in quick practiced movements around the shimmering blue glass pendant. His pale yellow shirt isn’t all plain; maybe the bright orange flakes in the blue pendant are responsible for those washed out stains on his shirt. Read more here.