Reviews & Recommendations

Skimming through Sikkim

Posted by on Jun 9, 2021 in Reviews & Recommendations | 0 comments

Skimming through Sikkim

It is said that rivers Rongnuy (Teesta) and Rangeet were in love and wanted to meet in the plains.. clandestine and in secrecy. They decided to leave their homes and flow down, liberated and in free spirits. But Rongnuy reached first and Rangeet, misled by his guide, was late. When he reached the plains, he was furious to see his lover there already. He refused to meet her and stormed ahead and Teesta had considerable calming to do! Lover tiffs, I tell you !That told, today the two rivers are as beautiful, spontaneous and pristine as they would have been as young lovers, many moons ago. We...

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What Melbourne did to me…

Posted by on Dec 3, 2019 in Reviews & Recommendations | 1 comment

What Melbourne did to me…

They say first impressions are always the ones that stay for life. And, its true- as much it is for people as it is for places you visit. But, then things turn around too. And shake up your mettle. Good to bad, or bad to good. For me, Melbourne was a bit like that. It mixed me up. Stirred me. Mostly like a good martini. But shaken, at times too. Past midnight, I walk into the little apartment, right in the centre of town. An apartment on the 42nd floor… where at night, the window transformed into a twinkling array of fairy-light dotted skyscrapers and for the new nights to come it...

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Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

Posted by on Dec 6, 2016 in Reviews & Recommendations, Travel Tales | 10 comments

Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

When I was much younger, and in college, Coorg was a little squiggle on mind, most evitable by a rich sultry drapes, matching nails and lip colour  of a certain Ms Cariappa. It almost stood out eking out a visual cue for Coorg. Eventually, as my friend circle grew in college, Coorg became one of those places that people called home in the multicultural melting pot that was Manipal. And, almost all of them had jaw-dropping good looks, had an unbelievably high tolerance for fiery meat dishes and the almost the same intensity of intolerance against hockey! This naturally led to a conversation...

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Archetypical, Artful and (un)Assuming- Archipelago, London

Posted by on Apr 26, 2016 in Culinary Journeys, Reviews & Recommendations | 4 comments

Archetypical, Artful and (un)Assuming- Archipelago, London

The best thing I like about London, is that there is always something new to discover, no matter how many times you have visited the city. There is an urge everytime to see the city through new lenses. Last time I wanted to see it in black and white and capture the familiarity it builds around you. It dealt with knowing little secrets, a little history and a little trivia. But then, I could afford that because of the luxury of time. This time it was a three day stop-over, but the urge in me to discover something new took over yet another time. So, this time it was a new and absolutely...

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A Photowalk of Kolay Market:A Koley-ction of Kolours!

Posted by on Aug 21, 2014 in Culinary Journeys, Reviews & Recommendations | 8 comments

A Photowalk of Kolay Market:A Koley-ction of Kolours!

As human beings, I strongly feel that we were made for relationships.  We were made to know each other and exist in a reality where we interact and connect and live in the spirit of camaraderie and community.  Some of us shun to enter this realm of relationships.  We would rather hide away and ignore the fact that we live in a world with other people.  We would rather be “safe”, ignoring a life where we experience the adventure of indulging in a life with people who truly matter to us, are around us. This is not a lesson I have learned, but I feeling that I have harboured for very...

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An Indulgence With Royalty: Adaab,Hyderabad!

Posted by on Feb 20, 2014 in Reviews & Recommendations, Travel Tales | 9 comments

An Indulgence With Royalty: Adaab,Hyderabad!

As I stood on the ornate balcony of the palace, drowning in a sea of rooftops and minarets below me, balmed in the hue of the pink twilight, hearing a myriad voices chanting the ‘Adhaan‘, my eyes closed in reverence and my lips curved into a reflex smile. I have never heard the ‘Adhaan‘, with an intent of listening to it. If I have, it has been always while passing by a way side mosque, or over hearing it from a friend’s room, while trying to catch up on tales friends share. This was a new experience. It is said that for every three minutes you walk in the old...

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