Rendezvous at Kaas

The story of how a walk on the Kaas plateau reminded me of how fortunate I am.

Lost and found in Venice.

One rainy afternoon in Venice, as I walked around the city with a map, a fragrance invaded my ‘sea meets fish meets rot’ smelling air space. I took a deep breath to catch it better and decided to sniff out my adventure that day. I had been warned about the confusing walkways of Venice and…

A prayer for everyone.

Flags in yellow, blue, red and green with prayers and religious symbols printed on them – some bright and new, others old and faded, but all just as charming. Locals believe that prayer flags spread peace, good luck and fortune every time the wind blows and they benefit everyone, not just those who tied or…

Finding Franky and the real Goa.

The day I met Franky Gracias, I almost didn’t meet him. After I had spent two sleepless nights in Goa without electricity and in the company of buzzing mosquitoes, on that very day I defected from a home-stay to a fancier hotel with power back-up and water that didn’t make its way in a tanker….

Being tolerant to being Punjabi.

Bright colours, strains of traditional Punjabi songs and the latest Bollywood hits sum up a Punju (short and sweet for Punjabi) wedding for most ‘South Indians’ like me. The verbally brash purists amongst us even call it loud and overdressed. But when I travelled to Delhi and joined the wedding celebrations for my friend of…

Blushing Pink.

After a rather strenuous trek in Bhutan, I knocked on the door of a cafe, in the hope to find something to eat. What I found instead was a tiny little person in pink. I had just returned from the mesmerising beauty that is the Taktsang Monastery, but this little one’s quiet charm looked more…

A white cat, an autorickshaw and a life lesson.

Life lessons come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it runs across your path and bring your autorickshaw to a screeching halt. Yes, this happened on a trip to Mumbai – the city that never sleeps and, come to think of it, doesn’t much like stopping either. While I was on my way to a…

Beating the chill with chillies.

Fresh chillies in the market, chillies drying on rooftops,  menacing looking chillies in jars, and milder chillies dipped in batter and fried. Chillies with ginger, garlic and meat turned into pickle, fiery red powder made of chillies, chilli sauce infused with lemongrass and to top them all, ema datshi – a chilli and cheese stew…

Pilgrimage to happiness.

It is always heart warming to find beauty in people that transcends the beauty around them. I met this adorable duo on a trek to Taktsang Monastery and they signified everything that was beautiful about the people of Bhutan –  a kind smiling face, warmth, respect for tradition and inclusiveness, which is so hard to…

Contributing around the corner.

There is so much we pretend doesn’t exist. Our daily ablutions for instance. We all do it, we all need to, it satisfies us and gets us ready for the day, but we never talk about it. We use euphemisms to get by (ablution for instance), or politely express the need to go around the…

One hundred thousand flames of hope.

She was a picture of serenity in a room full of oil lamps. Sat there smiling, even with temperatures hitting the roof along with the smoke. She lit more than 10,000 lamps a day over ten days, to reach the magic number at this beautiful Lhakhang (temple). A number she and her husband promised to…