As excited as I had been about the trip to Madhya Pradesh, my glee faded a tad bit when I saw the aircraft that awaited LB and me at the Bangalore airport tarmac. It hadn’t dawned on my tired brain what a Bombardier meant, irrespective of the countless times in the past few days LBContinue reading “Into The Heartland! (1)”
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Dishes.
The water was so cold. It sent goosebumps up my spine. Why did I lay out the new cutlery? I asked myself out loud. “Because you wanted to treat your wife,” she said, sliding her hands along my torso. “Your hand goes any lower and you can say goodbye to this plate,” I warned myContinue reading “Dishes.”
Guilty As Charged?
“Sir, why has my handbag been detained?” asked a petite lady, dressed in a salwar suit, sensible chappals(flat sandals) and a young, fidgety kid accompanying her. I waved at him to distract him from tugging at the woman’s dupatta; instead he looked away, hiding his face, clinging onto the woman’s leg. “Yes, darling. We’ll getContinue reading “Guilty As Charged?”
#13/100
What is this about?Day 13 of the #100HappyDays initiative started amidst the uncertainty that life, public and private, faces during the pandemic of the strain of coronovirus, Covid-19. Where is this happening?Few people from different parts of my life (a blogger, a sister, school friends, a Twitterati, work colleagues spread all across from Canada, USAContinue reading “#13/100”
Turkey! (8)
Day 8: “I have 60 camels. You have two very beautiful daughters. Would you like to exchange?” asked a man addressing my father. While my sister wanted to use the choicest of words for this Turk we came across at 8 am in Sultanahmet, I couldn’t take my eyes off his ear, which seemed surgicallyContinue reading “Turkey! (8)”
Turkey! (7)
Day 7 : We’d chalked out this day for the smaller pleasures of life, for a mid-afternoon siesta, for a walk in the village. And for the royally famous, mixed origin (Roman and Turkish), communal bathing ritual of the hamam. Waking up to the view of the Pamukkale mountain, knowing that you were in noContinue reading “Turkey! (7)”
Turkey! (6)
Day 6. We woke up to the view of the Pammukale mountain, though it’s only a 200m high cliff and the translation of Pamukkale is cotton castle. Our guide for the day, Mehmet, who was taking us on a private tour assured that we’d have long stretches to walk through so we’d better gear up!Continue reading “Turkey! (6)”
Turkey! (4)
Day 4. Did I not tell you about undulating landscapes and fairy chimneys? Add some, actually a lot of, hot air balloons in the foreground. Well, as it happens, with the craze of Instagram, travel bloggers and better-than-ever-before cameras, most hotels in Goreme set up “Instagram worthy shot spots” on their terraces with rugs, mattresses,Continue reading “Turkey! (4)”
Turkey! (2)
Day 2. Waking up to the call of azaan for fajr, (last count put Istanbul being home to 3,000 mosques, approximately) the realisation dawned that I was starting to lose my voice – the lump in the throat on the flight couldn’t be diagnosed as misplaced nerves anymore. Turkish Kreps and their fantastic version ofContinue reading “Turkey! (2)”
Turkey! (1)
Day 1. Three months of persuasion, three months of planning and touchdown into Turkey a week after Prez Erdogan declared support for Pakistan was putting me through the jitters because to assume Indian passports would be unaffected would be naivety! A six-hour Indigo flight while revising our itinerary, recalling all the phrases in Turkish thatContinue reading “Turkey! (1)”
Inking The Thinking. 