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Kochi’s fishing community has a funny (fish) bone
Kochi’s air has a warmth that gently caresses your skin, despite the humid heat. It’s something to do with the port city’s ambling pace, intermingled with the vibrant cultural scene that simply arrests a traveller from the word go. The cloudy summer sky, interspersed with cotton-candy clouds feels intimate, inviting you into a world where
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Living on the edge at Mumbai’s Bandstand Promenade
The grey clouds stretch themselves like waking up from a deep afternoon slumber, sucking every drop of sparkle from the sea. They slowly, and then swiftly cover up the suffused rain-washed Sun, taking away its glory and lending the sea a sinister steely state. It’s early evening at Mumbai’s Bandstand Promenade; the sea-licked walkway where
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Hanging Out with the Busy Bees at a Blinkit Dark Store
The moment I step inside the iron gates, every pair of eyes turns towards me. The hands lay suspended mid-air, as if someone just pressed ‘pause.’ This is what entering Santa’s workshop and watching the elves in action, looks like. A microsecond later, everyone goes back to their task as though nothing happened. Wander Woman
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Love is NOT in the air – It’s elsewhere
Right around this time of the year, all one can literally think or talk about is – Love. From restaurants cracking their Valentine’s Day menus, to hotels, airlines, and spas decoding the perfect “discount offers” to entice love birds, it’s a busy season for everyone. And rightly so. After all, “Love is in the air”,
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Breathing life into dusty ol’ memories
My maternal grandfather (nana) has always lamented one thing about my writing – that I never write about him, and his side of the family (my mother’s). Perhaps it’s true. I don’t, because I stop the memories from coming to the surface, given the complicated nature of our relationship. I have always loved freedom. He
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