Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. -Paulo Coelho
And if you are an Indian (especially a girl), travel is a matter of your parents’ permission too. Fear of safety and their inability to believe that their children are grown ups stop them from letting us go. And then there is “Log kya Kahenge?” (What will people say?). Luckily for me, my parents never paid attention to what others had to say. The poor souls were only traumatized by the thought of sending their daughter for a solo trip. Continue reading “Ready Steady Po(ndicherry)”
Our trip to Daman was planned in an hour. It was after a short siesta on a hot May afternoon that our visiting clan from Kolkata hatched the plan to drop into Daman in order break the monotony of the better part of their vacation spent in a sleepy industrial town of Gujarat. The excitement of all but the one who had previously visited the place could only be termed as “irrational exuberance”. Go, we did, and came back with mixed feelings about the place. Continue reading “A weekend in Daman”
On most days, my camera is banished to the steel cupboard with my wedding sarees for company. But every once in a while it gets an opportunity to step out and gaze at the wonderful world outside that dark naphthalene infused atmosphere.
On one such day this week, it accompanied me to marvel at the sights and scenes of the annual Kala Ghoda Arts Festival in the heart of South Bombay’s business district. And what sights did we see! Continue reading “Art comes galloping onto Mumbai’s streets”