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
In our last holiday trip of 2018, we were returning after a wonderful weekend stay at Attihalli, Sakleshpur. Our hearts still yearned for some more time in the hills. My husband happened to notice a rickety signboard, Western Hills, beside
Still are the waters, Tranquil, alive and poised Bouncing the sun off, From behind the hills high above The Shikara forms a silhouette, Quietly advancing at the horizon. As we travel further, Colors emerge, then slowly fade away.
Part 1 in a series of posts on Kashmir. The extraordinary, almost unearthly beauty of the Kashmir valley made it a strange conflict to cover. In the morning, the window of my houseboat on the Dal Lake would be open,
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