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In Letters from the past – Held up in a Mumbai Hotel Room

Photo courtesy: Rahul Megharaj — Wikimedia Commons

Some memories you choose to forget. I did this on my last Mumbai visit. In the letters I wrote to my sister decades past, I’m shocked by my forgetfulness. Continue reading In Letters from the past – Held up in a Mumbai Hotel Room

Forgotten memories of India

When I returned to Australia after six years, my mother asked if I wanted the letters I’d written her during that time. I foolishly brushed the idea aside and have regretted if every since. Those memories were tossed in the bin.

But yesterday, Continue reading Forgotten memories of India

From my Taj Mahal to Mere Brother ki Dulhan’s version

Taj photo courtesy: Vinoo202 —Wikimedia Commons

In the Bollywood movie, Mere Brother ki Dulhan, the Taj Mahal couldn’t appear more majestic nor the dancing before the structure. This was how I almost felt peering at the exquisite marble walls and walking below on the echoing steps to view the famous coffins. Never have I seen a building to match its grandeur. Continue reading From my Taj Mahal to Mere Brother ki Dulhan’s version