One afternoon in the Andamans, as we all sat around a table, enjoying a quiet moment, my friend told a story he’d heard from an acquaintance. The said acquaintance had gone to meet some government high-up in Port Blair and had walked into the man’s office just as he was finishing a discussion on the things that should be on the schedule of protected items that cannot be carried by passengers leaving the airport. Figuring prominently in that list, between the shells and the coral, was the dugong, a sea cow. Read more
I’m partial to curd. On a hot summer day, there’s nothing quite like a bowlful of cold, homemade curd to lift a meal and my spirits. But for the eighteen days that I was in Andaman and Nicobar, while there were plenty of hot days and scorching sunlight, there was nary a bowl of curd to be found. Read more
There is a god and he’s heard my prayers, or rants, you pick. Last week, I told you my being the travel editor who sits in office and never steps out, reading about other people going to exotic places and doing fun things. Read more
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