पंछी बनूँ उड़ती फिरूँ मस्त गगन में आज मैं आज़ाद हूँ दुनिया की चमन में Panchhi Banu Udati Phirun Mast Gagan Men Aaj Main Aazaad Hun Duniya Ke Chaman Men English translation: As a bird, I want to fly in
Inspirations This short comic/illustrated story is inspired by my memories of reading Russian Fairy Tales as a child. The book Mridu picks up is The Lost Girl and the Scallywags by Galina Demykina. What I remember the most are
Our first brush with Goan beaches was at Arambol back in 2012, which was a typical Goa holiday of beaches, beer, and buzzing party atmosphere. This year we returned to the sunshine state in search of a different experience –
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
Pepper House is a hub for arts, with posters of the Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2014 still adorning the notice boards. One side of the building faces the canals. I remember seeing the magical view of the waterfront with ships passing through, providing an ideal photo op for lover of this specific setting- maritime, colonial structures, the retro feeling and the leisurely elegance of having a coffee amidst such historical ramparts.
This house, named Tera Vera, was built by an Anglo-Indian, E J Vaz in the 1940s for his daughters, Vera Vaz and Dolce Vaz. E J Vaz was a high court lawer from Bombay. His daughters were spinsters. Vera and Dolce both worked as tutors, the former taught English and the latter the piano. They lived peacefully in this house most of their lives.