Monsoon and memories of Mandu

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”

Monsoon Sojourn

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”