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Celebrating my 2014!

The year has just whizzed by, and while I am still getting used to saying 2015, I thought I could journey back into what 2014 meant for me… When days are slow and frustrating, I find it a good exercise to write down all that’s gone my way, so that I step away from the gloom and…

Chococlate Truffle... to die for!

Where to Make Merry in North Goa!

And no, it’s not what you think…. Nah nah nah… I was in Goa last weekend and I’m fresh with all the susegado-infused-peace—yes, that much abused word when it comes to all things Goan. A number of people following my Goa feed on Facebook and Instagram messaged me asking for a list of recommendations for Goa.…

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Celebrating Names with Pooja and Deepa

My interview of these two daring mothers, entrepreneurs and authors of a children’s book that I think rocks a super cool idea. First Published at Talking Cranes: Celebrating Names with Pooja and Deepa. Celebrating Names with Pooja and Deepa When Deepa said she was publishing her first book, I was excited as a friend and wanted…

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B&B Homestay at Nasik

I had gone to Nasik last year with a few friends. It was more to enjoy the drive just after the monsoons, and we stayed at Sula’s resort Beyond. While Beyond is not bad, it is definitely not worth the premium. This year when the monsoons came to a close, a road-trip to Nasik hovered…

nature’s orchestra plays out at coorg

it was a tiny stream of water that flowed unobserved, hidden behind those green trees and plants, till we approached there was no river. through the thin layer of water the pebbles shone. polished with years of slow and simple weathering unlike the instant glitter of stones that mingled with man-made blades. the sun that drizzled in, soft yet warm through…

It feels as dainty as a cardboard set, but has stood here for 200 odd years! The world goes on around it, but this monument stands as a testament to a more beautiful time.

A Cycling Introduction to Jaipur

This was first published here. “The city was not always pink!” Raja, my guide, drawled in a voice that was laced with the smell and colour of pan. My guide was a cycle rickshaw driver. He had persuaded me to a quick tour around the walled city laced with many stories—all for Rs. 200. “They…