Howrah Express

A short memoir of childhood journeys in the Howrah Express from Ahmedabad to Calcutta.

Serampore

February was like bittersweet chocolate. And I love that kind. I do. It took me, very briefly, to Serampore, and it made me realize, how much I want to spend months in Calcutta and its suburbs, not necessarily photographing its streets, people, food, and leftover colonial architecture, but absorbing the smells, sights, and sounds, the…

Gwalior Days

Indian Summer, is usually not half as beautiful as the song in its name. And it is often the perfect recipe for mirages, even hallucinations. It is infamous, in the villages and small towns of India, for making people lose sanity. Everybody I saw on the streets that day, had a white cloth wrapped around…

Skardu

It was snowing and the mighty Karakoram were hidden by this soft, deceptively gentle rain of white flakes. I had a feeling that we are on a wrong trail and very likely lost. What if it snowed for days?Would I die here, of snow? Evidently, I am an expert at prematurely conjuring up death scenarios…

Parwaaz ~ The Flight of the Soul

For about 9 hours last evening, a song stayed with me, to the extent, I forgot for a while who I was, where I was and all I wanted to do was to somehow get inside the song and live there foever. The outcome of the madness follows later, but before we get there, the…

Imaginary Letter to a wall Lizard

Wonders never cease in real life. Some are small wonders and others are even smaller. I had a series of such teeny little wonderful things recently during my ten day sojourn at the Dhamma Peeth Vipassana centre in Dholka near Ahmedabad. I am mortally afraid of insects – red ants, common spiders, roaches, crickets etc….