A single strand of her brown hair fell out of her bun, its blue colored tip tickling my face. She could sense it but she continued to drive the scooter silently. She was relishing the cool wind blowing on her face. She drove faster, greedily, to soak in more, not wanting to leave even a … Continue reading All It Takes..
John Denver's timeless classic plays in the background,'Leaving on a Jet plane'. As I finished packing for the next journey, for a new job, a new country, I realized my heart, like my bags, felt heavier. A part of me, I knew, would remain in the city. However I was taking more than what I was going … Continue reading All Bags Packed..
The moment I entered the compartment, it felt like I had been found out. That was my only thought. The crowd seemed to swell behind me. My body was twisted beyond calculation. A random elbow was nudging the back of my head. The youngster beside was drenched in sweat and reeked of weed. There would … Continue reading First Class Guilt
I can never forget the look on her face as she entered the Duomo. She seemed as much as in awe of the beauty of the high ceilings, tall pillars, long stained glass as I was. Her eyes were fixated at the carvings of Mother Mary, tenderly holding baby Jesus in her lap, and mine … Continue reading The Local Tourist
Not long ago, engaging in talks with a fellow traveler on common interests usually made my journey memorable. An interesting conversation, however, is a rarity these days, owing to the perverse social media. Fortunately, a two hour flight to Mumbai last week gifted me a wonderful interaction. My seat was 10A, Window. The girl on the aisle … Continue reading Three Is A Company!
Yeh Sheher nahi Mehfil hai Prasoon Joshi quite aptly describes the essence of Delhi with these lines. This is a Mehfil , a festive gathering, and not a city, he says. Delhi, or Dilli for the locals, got its name after the Urdu word 'Dehleez' meaning threshold. The story behind the name of the city … Continue reading Deewano ki Dilli