travel as a deliberate act, micro stories of living, and for the love of writing
On a turmeric tinged rainy evening, glancing at the creeper perching up through the highest wall, she scribbled in her little brown diary, "a mountain trekked up with locked down feet". She had been spending hours on the high terrace, replete with pink and blue blooms. The world outside was halted in transit, life had... Continue Reading →
Sitting on the terrace next to overgrown marigold shrubs, drying clothes and munching on fresh oranges. Trains whistling and cars honking at a distance, while birds chirping and rustling leaves in January winds that occasionally sends your bones down shivering. The smell of cooking in mustard oil from an unknown kitchen around and the hope... Continue Reading →
Clockwise from top left 1. Morning walk and shopping on a winter morning; at a village in Burdwan, West Bengal 2. Saying hello to the sun through his window, an elderly man in Brahmapuri in Jodhpur, Rajasthan. 3. A morning quintessential - tiny tea shop in Calcutta 4. A fish monger lady with headscarf, waiting in Lal Chowk,... Continue Reading →
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