are we sleep deprived in goa?
That’s a funny thing to talk about on a holiday in Goa. In Mumbai, Inji, our 10-month old indie/desi/Indian dog, chooses to sleep the last 15 minutes before the alarm rings for his walk, on our bed. At 6.15am in Mumbai, we are still groggy and choose not to push him off the bed every day, so he gets some cuddle time every morning. On … Continue reading are we sleep deprived in goa?
our beach-side home for the next 4 nights
Searching for a place that matched all our criteria look a little bit of time. We wanted an Airbnb/homestay where Inji could be off-leash and free to roam around. He isn’t a dog that comes on recall, so it needed to be a manageable sized property. We started with the hunt for a villa with a private pool, having had dreams of swimming with the … Continue reading our beach-side home for the next 4 nights
a goan holiday with the traveling dog inji
Day 3 – driving to Goa! (Day 1 and 2 were spent at Pune) A and I have always wanted to do a long one month driving trip around India. Better to start small, so we beginning with two weeks, and we just felt like a do-nothing Goan sojourn. For those who know me personally, a do-nothing holiday is not a holiday, but this time, … Continue reading a goan holiday with the traveling dog inji
on blogs, not blogging and the multiple excuses the mind kicks up!
i haven’t been blogging or writing for a while now. this is discounting the paragraphs i write on the evernote app on my phone that thanks to the wonderfulness of technology, pop up on my computer immediately. for the last six months, there have been sufficient reasons, so i say, that have kept me away from the computer, kept me away from that quiet time that … Continue reading on blogs, not blogging and the multiple excuses the mind kicks up!
a peep into hinduism at bali
I went to Bali with a preconceived notion of what to expect from the Hinduism practised there, but came away with different experiences. This is but a glimpse into few of them as we walk around the famous Uluwatu Temple at Bali. Continue reading a peep into hinduism at bali
velas: baby steps into the future
The cheering got louder as one of the hatchlings overtook Usain Bolt. It stopped just before the water, and the crowd became quiet, waiting. The hatchling lurched forward, but was pushed back by a wave. A collective sigh escaped. The hatchling edged on, moving slowly through the cloggy sand, till another wave carried it into the water, to its home. The crowd clapped, happy. In those 20 minutes, we had felt we were part of that tiny turtle’s journey. Continue reading velas: baby steps into the future
blissful by the banyan: homestay, off-mumbai
Travelling out of Mumbai to a place that hopes to preserve nature for the generations to come. Built with vernacular architecture, and along a slope without flattening the land, Banyan Bliss is a homestay that stands out from the rest. Continue reading blissful by the banyan: homestay, off-mumbai
memories over time – indonesia revisited
It is funny what you remember of a place, or an experience. And also how you cannot predict what you will remember many years from now and how you will react to it. I didn’t travel much as a child, travel wasn’t as cool or ‘required’ for ‘horizon broadening’ as we think it is today. We were carted from home to ‘native place’ once a … Continue reading memories over time – indonesia revisited
pedi-cures that don’t cure and life
I got a pedicure yesterday. It isn’t that big a deal in the current world of persistent groomers, but given that I get it twice a year at best, it’s a big event in my life. Also we have a puppy nows so even small things like pedicures need to be fitted into schedules. Just to clarify, I’m not anti-grooming but I must admit, I do see people … Continue reading pedi-cures that don’t cure and life
boundaries of consent: a walk through dharavi
“Dharavi is the largest slum in Asia,” our guide Jitu said, who had grown up in Dharavi. His hand moved wide to show the expanse and his words are laced with pride. This fact is no longer true, for a slum in Karachi, Pakistan* has overtaken Dharavi. But his pride made me look down at my feet enclosed in shoes to brave the overflowing gutters and … Continue reading boundaries of consent: a walk through dharavi