I visited the legendary Dal lake during the autumn when the magnificent Chinar trees around the lake wore a golden-brown hue. The bright orange sunlight that fell on the chinar leaves created a magical spell that took our breath away. There was a play of mist and sunlight in the Read more…
My soul ached for a getaway from the crowded, pent-up, and polluted city I lived then. I was tired of the heat and dust, the political rallies & empty promises, of mechanical slogging in overcrowded classrooms where I teach English. It was indeed a call of the universe that whispered Read more…
India is like a can of sardines, swarming, teeming with people of all colors and regions. It often bursts to the seam during various festivities, crammed and raucous, which rents the sky with sounds at different pitches. We are used to it even when we shut ourselves up in our Read more…