A few years ago in Bhutan, I saw a poster of a mystical monastery, a perfect block of stones and flags right in the middle of nowhere, a Shangri La of sorts. And I said to myself, it would be
There’s a beautiful red building in Mangalore’s bustling city center, Hampankatte. Stone arches and green wooden windows seem to hang on to the grace of a bygone era. Around the heritage structure, the city slowly moves towards its millennial aspirations.
Have you ever come across a small hill station, charming because of its very nondescript nature, where life follows an age-old rhythm unaffected by the modern pace of life? A few decades ago, Yelagiri was one such hill close to
Memory (Written by Agni Barathi – Technologist, philosopher, poet, and wanderer.) Who would remember the sighs, the groans the cries, the howls, the laughs, the smiles? Who would remember, the great grand works
St. Anne church is a hidden gem in the quiet Olaulim village. We found it while riding around Pomburpa village, during our stay at the Loja. In the evening, churchgoers gather here for mass. The rest of the day, the Church stands quietly.
Bhutan is the place dreams are made of – the heaven reached after a lifetime of goodness. It was a closed country for the longest time, and this isolation can still be seen in the pristine beauty of the country
“Vietnam. It grabs you and doesn’t let you go. Once you love it, you love it forever.” Anthony Bourdain Things to do in Hanoi, Vietnam. The French Old Quarters is the heart of Hanoi. It feels straight out of Arabian Nights, with
“Vietnam. It grabs you and doesn’t let you go. Once you love it, you love it forever.” Anthony Bourdain I have always wanted to visit South East Asia, and when we finally planned a 2-week trip this year my husband immediately
Urban Sketching At Cantonment Railway Station Last weekend, our Urban Sketchers meet was at the Cantonment Railway Station, Bangalore (BNC). While most of us were geared up to sketch amidst the bustle and chaos of a typical Indian railway station,
As we hit the streets of Hanoi Old Quarter, it was like entering a magical world. Being Indian, we found the noise and chaos quite familiar and non-threatening. Tiny food vendors on the pavements, the fragrance from each corner, the