While I walked down Kyoto’s Shijo-dori, I discovered a sight I never expected to find in this immaculate city — a tangle of wires; not that it was a common sight. Continue reading Who said, only in India?
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Memorable Mumbai
Photo courtesy: Whitney Lauren — Wikimedia Commons
Have you ever visited a place and then years later, read a book set exactly in that location?
On my first encounter with Mumbai (Bombay back then), I convinced someone to accompany me to the city’s red light district. We trekked past The Cages, but within minutes, the atmosphere had a, why are you here atmosphere. We turned on our heels and raced away, but I have never forgotten those waiting women. Continue reading Memorable Mumbai
Tandoori
Tandoori was once a dish of the poor until the Moguls stumbled upon the unique flavour and turned it into one India’s most popular dishes.
Unfortunately, I never discovered its delight on my Indian visits, but once I reached East Africa, I soon learned what I’d missed. Continue reading Tandoori
Pongal
I ate a Tamil Nadu breakfast while my eyes wandered over a menu painted on the wall above, deciding what to eat for breakfast the following morning. Continue reading Pongal
Bollywood Invasion
In spite of being in Kollywood territory, I lost track of the number of Bollywood stars in advertisements on television from Irfan Khan (and other Khans) to Ashwaria Rai-Bachan and her in-laws. Continue reading Bollywood Invasion
Chennai alleyway street food
After catching ae bus, then another from Mamallapurum to southern Chennai, I idled in alleyways; anything to avoid the roar of traffic on the main road. Continue reading Chennai alleyway street food
Mamallapuram’s main heritage site
Nestled within the boulders of Mamallapuram, were temples carved into granite boulders just west of the shore temple. I wandered through a labyrinth of paths where elaborate friezes were carved into the stone as well as temples fronted with columns. Continue reading Mamallapuram’s main heritage site
Afternoon nap time
Sometimes when the heat just became too much, I headed back to my room, turned on both the fan and the air conditioner and picked up a book. After I few pages, I found myself nodding off but hey, I wasn’t the only one was I? Continue reading Afternoon nap time
India’s first car
On my first trip to India, there were no imported cars. It was India’s Ambassador or nothing. Taxis were Ambassadors. Private cars were Ambassadors. It was like the food, you ate curry or you didn’t eat back then. Continue reading India’s first car
At the feet of Gandhi
How could I be in India without taking at least one photo of a statue of India’s beloved Mahatma? It seemed every Indian vacationing in Pondy wanted to do the same. Continue reading At the feet of Gandhi