Journeys

Blogging is trying hard to nudge itself into a permanent slot on my busy schedule. 10 weeks of thinking hard,clicking pictures in that amazing camera or writing word pictures, drafting sentences in my...

There is something strange in that collection of words. Its like talking about wet cats (bheegi billis) or unfaithful dogs. Its like those typical British phrases too, which I cannot remember now…aarg...

Come summer holidays, come summer heat and dust….and the hills beckon. Those childhood memories of cool forest walks, playing under clear blue skies, eating at small roadside shops—it all comes floodi...

All journeys begin with a step, consist of steps and end with the final step…as for those ongoing journeys of making resolutions to be healthy/loose fat and flab/maintain accounts/read / drink less/le...

Today has been an exemplary summer day of Ranikhet...a good, long glimpse of the Himalayas in the morning, brisk morning breeze replaced by cool air surrounding each ray of sunlight. Blue, blue skies ...

Some time ago, I had this amazing book on my shelf—full of nifty cartoons and deep common sense. A book which had chapters on “how to say NO”, getting past tough times-- one hour at a time and other s...

I spent the better half of today thinking of what to write about…some more lovely word pictures about this heart-warming little town which has adopted me. Or a blithe post about the dogs and their dai...

If anyone wants to see the worst side of me—frazzled insomniac, control freak, and demanding reassurance at every step—just put the onus of organizing a trip on my shoulders. No, I am not into travel...