Where the air had something that makes me think I’ll go back. For more… More of what metro cities don’t have. Neither do the villages. Cheap Uber rides, malls and markets to choose from, street food stalls as well as affordable cafés, un-crowded yet relatively safe neighborhoods to go on long walks, folks who are neither too interfering nor too indifferent.
I love to be quiet and alone. I can do it for several days in a row. If not by myself, I’m extremely happy if I’m with one of my favorite people. But, just one! Anything above that usually becomes a crowd. Not comfortable in groups. Love to stay away from crowd. Prefer villages over cities. So, on days I get out and step in the so-called ‘real’ world, I get to hear bizarrely annoying things, some of which I can’t even comprehend. Honestly, I’m tired of questioning/arguing with people because in most cases, they are living in a world
Sitting at a neighborhood eatery on a rainy afternoon, I overheard three people on adjoining table, discussing what they will cook for dinner tonight. They had just ordered a plate of Chicken 65, onion Samosas, Gheepodi dosa and four cups of filter coffee. For a laid back city, Hyderabad takes its food quite seriously. Famous for its Biryani, which is undoubtedly the best I’ve ever had in India, the city has much more to offer when it comes to food.
Remember those fight scenes in Bollywood movies that used to be shot amidst huge containers placed one over the other in a vast open space? As a child, I may have sometimes fantasized visiting one such place but never knew where they existed in real. Because, if you search for ‘Container grounds in India’ on Google, it will provide a list of Cricket grounds. Oh the obsession! A few days back while scrolling through ‘Instagram’ (whoever said it’s a waste of time), I stumbled upon this street-art show going on in Delhi.
Flying into a country stands nowhere as compared to the charm of crossing the border on foot. Well, that and unaffordable flight tickets from Delhi to Paro made me look for options to reach Bhutan by train/road. After a lot of ‘Online research’, here’s how we did it:
When I decided to do a solo trip along the Konkan coastline in Maharashtra, I hadn’t even heard of Murud. The region was as new to me as India for someone living in Mexico all their lives. So, I asked for help with destinations and itinerary, on a Facebook travel group for women. There, a kind lady suggested a few lesser known towns I could explore over 12 days, Murud being one of those. After a longer than expected rickety bus ride from Mumbai, I got down in the dark streets of what looked like a sleepy little town. Little
I wonder why ‘Doors and windows’ make such beautiful pictures. Is it just the colors, design and built, or something beyond that? Imagination? Nostalgia? Stories? Belonging? Curiosity? Why do some people are so passionate to capture those? There are photographers specializing in the field. It has become a niche in itself. I am slowly getting the fascination, and through this post, I’m trying to find out what makes you ‘Click’ a ‘Door/Window’. Why a space in the wall, when covered with a barrier becomes more interesting?
For me, it was a real treat just lying on the deck, reading a book, soaking up some sun during the day and star-gazing at nights. From what I saw online, I had finalized the place mainly because of these reasons: An entire place to us. A wooden deck with the river flowing behind it. Now how does one refuse that? It looked great + serene in the pictures, which can be misleading at times, but sometimes worth the risk. My friends were too lazy to look for something else, so they gave in and agreed on it.
In the open grounds, a carnival of sorts is on. Local stalls and giant Ferris wheels are on one side. It has that typical Mela (fair) feel that I have experienced as an Indian middle class kid. Cheesy Bollywood songs are playing as loudly as possible, people shouting on top of their voice with or without a reason. Plastic toys with a dusty layer are on sale, along with the not-so-hygienic street food. While I treat myself with a Meetha Paan, closely avoiding the softie ice creams, I notice colorful rides and swings in a far corner. We take a
Nature and Architecture – The two things I’ve lately traveled for. But, sometimes, I also like to indulge myself into colorful crowd especially at fairs and festivals. When I moved to Delhi about 3 years back, I was constantly looking for events hosted in the capital that don’t just revolve around food and/or music. ‘Comic Con’, ‘International Book Fair’ and ‘International Trade Fair’ have been some of the favorites along with the lesser known ‘Surajkund International Crafts Fair’.