Yesterday, I was reminded of the really cool thing about travel – the way it plucks you out of one context and plants you in another, completely different from the first.
You don’t have to embark on a long journey for this, flying across continents or from one hemisphere to another. It can be as simple as getting on a plane in the pouring rain in Mumbai and, two hours later, arriving to Delhi’s crazy, dry heat. From water logging to praying for the rain. Read more
I got a travel pitch this week, here’s the text (the full text) below. I want you to sit in my place and evaluate it, and tell me what you think of it.
“hey you want me to work on bhutan? could cover paro thimpu n punakha …the charm n simplicity of the country…have grt pics as well.” Read more
As your friendly neighbourhood travel expert there are many things that I’ve written about for you: Right from self-indulgent reminisces to gyaan on etiquette while travelling to unfamiliar cultures. Read more
Like any good, true blue Indian, I love the rains. The smell of the raindrops falling on the dry earth sets my nerve ends tingling. I flourish when it rains; the dark clouds make me happy, even delirious. In fact, love seems far too inadequate a word to describe just how I feel about the rains. Read more