I was seated somewhat comfortably on the side lower berth of my train and was heading for my first (solo) trip of 2019 from Kolkata to Jaipur. I found myself in the middle of too many loud conversations, Bollywood songs playing in the loop and fleeting political debates on the ongoing Indo-Pak situation. After an …
In this age of Instagram that happens to be extremely superficial, it is indeed very easy to get carried away in the continuous loop of cliched travel quotes popping up on our feeds and reminding us of how ‘rosy’ and ‘oh-so-perfect’ solo travel seems to be. Out of some hundred quotes that we come across …
Setting up a makeshift office amidst the rectangular paddy fields with hovering grey clouds and a steady breeze fluxing by, it only endures my inner spirit with a charm so wakeless that I am dropped out of the track of what season it is. It’s not the barren winter neither the blistery summer. With the …
From a young at heart introverted teenager to grow to be an ambivert it’s been a gradual process. A lot of this constant life change has been and continues to be coupled with exploring the city of Bombay (Mumbai) and along the way exploring tad bits of myself as well. My introverted self has always …
Wrapped in an armor of gold, beautifully tucked in the North-Western edge of India, lies the Golden City of Jaisalmer in the hot, arid and the Indian touristic state of Rajasthan. Jaisalmer (Golden City) – A Detour Jaisalmer under the reign of the Indian King Rawal Jaisal was considered to be a place of punishment …
I started young. As young as 17. Visiting ‘new’ places felt ecstatic. And, my version of ‘new’ was simple. No wonder how popular or lesser known it was, if I hadn’t been there before, it was ‘new’ to me. It hadn’t had to be far-off, but anything that was a plain simple ‘new’ added up …
Far-off from the Calcutta Cacophony. A Guide to the Offbeat Destinations in West Bengal. From the crowded beaches to the city chaos I’d always called home, I was somewhere lost in the Bombay buzz. The constant chase of shrugging my shoulders to fit in a jam-packed local to chasing traffic lights, my existence had somewhere …
Under the November Sun, I walked in a crowd of about thousand people. Hundreds were sitting by the terrace walls — some hundred sitting on the roofs, while some were clinging to the lamp posts. Indian Khekra Festival I walked in a crowd that was dressed in reds, pinks, and oranges. A group that was …
