Travel

People write it as Cinque Terre and call it as ‘Chin-Kway Tey-re’ and it looks out of the world, though it is on the edge of the world. It is under UNESCO and includes five villages chiseled on the mountains artistically and very beautifully colored. The pictures looked so beautiful in the brochure that it…

A trip to Iceland with my daughter to Reykjavik and Siglufjordur was memorable experience. This summer when there are no nights there, we spent two weeks amidst mountains, ocean, seagulls and ducks, nature at its very best.

Climbing to Taktsang monastery, reading Buddhist philosophy, harvest time in Bhutan, traditional architecture, Chelela Pass and mountains – some of the cherished snapshots of those few days of life.

This is a blend of travelogue and fiction. The fiction has basis but no limitation of confining to reality. It is Goa a couple of days ago beautiful serene and exciting, depending on how you look at it, but definitely refreshing and compulsive in making people come alive.

Iowa a small town in USA is regarded as literary capital of the world and rightfully so. It has people reading and writing or involved in intellectual discourse all the time and everywhere. To be in that geographical location was a feast to the mind and soul. It was a vacation I had never expected. Impulse to sketch, something I had not done for decades overpowered me and I felt a ‘high’ of a sort which was my own. It was the moment of rediscovering and falling in love with oneself. Indulgence to read whatever one desired for as long as one preferred was a reality. 

The Sunday on 22nd February 2015 was planned five days in advance. An early morning ride in the hot air balloon sounded a mix of adventure, suspense and exhilaration to us. A half an hour ride was an experience beyond the limited quantum of time. It started with Bertha, Kalyani, Garima, Varun, Piyush and myself…