It’s been four months since our trip to Pench Tiger Reserve but even now when I think about the trip, I can vividly remember the hour and half we spent sitting in silence in the open canter parked at a respectful distance from that watering hole in the jungle where the big cat was seen the previous morning. Continue reading “Tiger scouting in Kipling’s Pench”
Happy Independence Day India!
Cheers to your unity in diversity. Incredible you are indeed!
We were on our way to a vacation in Langkawi, Malaysia. When we checked in at Kuala Lumpur airport, we could not get adjacent seats. So we took the only ones available in two separate rows with the intention of swapping them with someone after boarding the flight.
As I approached my designated middle seat, I noticed that the seat adjacent to mine was occupied by an old Caucasian lady who looked all set for a beach vacation in her bright shorts and top. I politely asked her if she was travelling alone and if she would like to swap her seat with ours so that I and my husband could sit together. Continue reading “Serendipity’s in the Air”
The beautiful state of Kerala along India’s south western coastline is an ever popular tourist destination. However, come monsoon and it’s palm lined beaches, lush hill stations and emerald backwaters wear a desolate look.
Monsoon is grave matter in Kerala. It rains so heavily that even the mythical King Mahabali remembers to carry an umbrella for his annual visit to his beloved kingdom during the festival of Onam that falls in the middle of the monsoons. No Kidding!
But every second Saturday of August, the town of Alleppey (also known as Alappuzha) – the de facto capital of Kerala’s backwater country is abuzz with tourists, the rain notwithstanding. Thousands of visitors; local as well as foreign; flock to this “Venice of the East” to watch what is arguably the biggest water sport event in India – The Nehru Trophy Boat Race – commonly known as the Snake Boat Race. Continue reading “A Thriller in the Backwaters”
It’s that time of the year again when the rains overrun the Western Ghats covering their bare brown slopes with a lush green velvety coat. But it doesn’t just stop there. It keeps falling hard and strong until thousands of sparkling waterfalls erupt out of the stoic giants and come gushing out. Continue reading “Monsoon Sojourn”