Goodbyes and Why I Hate Them.

I hate goodbyes, I hate them with a vengance. They make me sick like nothing else does -- not even lizards and cockroaches. They make me helpless. Of course it doesn't mean anything. I have still had to say thousands of goodbyes in my comparatively small life. I have had to move away from people …

A little story of a little dumpling.

The only time I had eaten a momo before I came to Delhi was in a small roadside shop enroute Gangtok in 1998. We had been driving on zig-zag roads for hours after a 2-day train journey and were famished. Those were not the days of packaged food or fancy Rajdhani trains that served five …

Guide to Dondra: the little town at the edge of the island nation.

Located at the southernmost tip of Sri Lanka, Dondra is not only the most scenic point in the island country, but also the last point of the mighty Indian Subcontinent. If you want to go to a place no tourist goes to, Dondra is for you. Once a flourishing multicultural port town patronised by the …

9 Things to do in Vienna.

Waltz to the tunes of the royal Opera, sample chocolate cake at an Old World café, and marvel at the indomitable Gothic Cathedrals in the heart of town. Tiptoe through Palaces and Residences of the Habsburgs, be dazzled by the crown jewels at the Imperial Treasury, catch a snack at the underground coffee shops, or …

A Journey to the end of the Indian Subcontinent.

The sea sprays a generous sprinkle of salt water on my feet even as tiny fish wriggle in the clear current underneath. The wide canvas in front of me displays shades of blue I did not know existed; a lone ship at the horizon completes the perfect picture. As I stand at the edge of …

Walking In The Rain

A, It rained really hard today, the way it did when we were together. That was the last time I got wet in the rain. I did it again today, it made me smile, it made me sing, it made me happy. Our relationship has always been complicated, no one knows what it was, I …

Of Cheese, Childhood, and Sandwiches

As middle class children growing up in small town India, we had limited access to cheese. In the initial years I hadn't even known about the existence of some rancid stuff that people would die for, later it made special appearances in form of paneer (called cottage cheese by the erudite), and amul's processed cheese …