Memories are funny things. You never know what random incidence or coincidence triggers memories buried deep in the past. For the past couple of days I have been thinking of Mandu – a fortress town situated 100kms away from Indore where the Malwa plateau suddenly and abruptly end to give way to the rolling Narmada valley. Continue reading “Monsoon and memories of Mandu”
Wanderful Weekendz 