An Eid in Lucknow

I grew up a vegetarian in Lucknow. Okay, I will repeat if it doesn't register. Yes, I did grow up a vegetarian in a city that is celebrated all over the world for its kebabs and biriyani. And until 24 years of age, I hadn't even seen what the kebabs or biriyani here looked like. …

Mughal Gardens — A Spring Tradition

Thousands of tulips, hundreds of lilies, beds full of roses, and acres of dahlias – if there is one place that defines spring, it is the Mughal Gardens at Rashtrapati Bhavan. Inspired by the Mughal Gardens of Kashmir, designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens, these gardens have been ushering in spring in the capital for decades. …

Things to do in Prague: Celebration Special

Czechoslovakia declared itself independent from the Austro-Hungarian Empire on 28th October 1918. Even though it was only the beginning many other struggles—occupation by Nazi Germany, Soviet Rule, and the Velvet Revolution—the date remains significant for the Czechs. The city celebrates its 100th year of independence this month and the celebrations are planned on a grand …

#metoo, even though I wish I could say #notme

#Metoo So what if not in workplace. Every woman I know has a #metoo. It ought to stop. Now.

That Girl In Muddy Boots

I have been thinking long and hard. I have read through every #metoo post that has appeared on my timeline in the last few days. I have felt the pain in each of them, I have understood the anger behind every story, and, needless to say, I see myself or someone I know in all of them. Even though I always knew molestation, harassment, and sexual abuse is rampant, these stories have filled me with a deep sense of helplessness. Or should I say fatigue?

Fatigue of fighting all the time. Fatigue of watching my back every second of the day. Fatigue of looking at every man with suspicion. Fatigue of checking on the eye and hand movements of every friend and relative who is close to me, my sister, my daughter, my niece, my friend, my cousin…

I was never taught to stay quiet about the wrong that was…

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A Guide To The Terracotta Town of West Bengal

About: Miles and miles of fluorescent paddy fields, picturesque ponds surrounded by low hillocks, tiny rivulets flowing through verdant greens, and the occasional group of tribals dancing on the road – travelling to Bishnupur, a small town in Bengal, is like travelling into a picture postcard. The erstwhile capital of the prosperous Malla dynasty, Bishnupur …

The revival of Poro – and Irani cafès with Parsi overtones.

It is a busy day at the café, bearers flit between tables balancing trays of tea cups and saucers of bun-maska. Waiters, meanwhile, scribble orders in a jiffy – Poro, Akuri, French toast, Keema Pav, Rasta Sandwhich, Mawa Cake. The place is abuzz with a steady drone of guests; the air is fragrant with aroma …

Ramzaan in the City of Wajid Ali Shah – Lucknow

Being in Lucknow during Ramzaan is a treat for all your senses -- touch, taste, smell, sight, and sound. It is nothing like anything anywhere else. From the Korma and Kebab at Tundey, to the Biriyani and Nihari at Chowk, to the sheermaals, ulte tave ke parathe, seviyan, kheer, kulfi, everything is a sensory overload. …

Bisnupur — Red Earth, Blue Sky.

At ten in the morning you’d expect any tourist place to have people around. You would also expect to get basic nourishment, and directions to the touristy ‘spots’ the town is famous for. But then Bishnupur is hardly a tourist place. A tiny town, that appears to be more of a hamlet, Bishnupur sits right …