Last day in Mamallapuram

I ate rava dosa when a cow edged to the door of the restaurant. It took one tiny step at a time, its nose twitching for something to eat. When I finished, I folded my banana leaf plate and handed it to the waiter, gesturing towards the cow. The remnants of my breakfast were gone in a matter of seconds.

Letters from the past: Jaipur

Amber Palace — Photo courtesyÚ Rod Waddington — Wikimedia Commons

As I continue reading my old letters, I’ve arrived in Jaipur. I remember much of the visit to the Amer Palace, eleven kilometres from the pink city. But there’s always some tit bit you’ve forgotten.