Clouds are strange. We spend most of our lives underneath them, at their mercy for rain and shine. During the rare hours that we float above them, we cannot stop but marvel at the giant floating mountains of white and grey which we see but not touch.Leave a Comment
Earning My Quarter Mile Posts
An old wine bottle, some old wooden plank and bit of ingenuity can create something really interesting.Leave a Comment
This instructable will take you through making a floor lamp with stuff lying around the house. I have only used things which were already lying around although you may have to improvise a bit depending on what is available with you. This was also my first proper project with the power drill so the results are not exactly smooth. But I learnt a lot and I will try and share the lessons in the respective steps.Leave a Comment
Coonoor is a picture postcard town not far from Bangalore. With its tea gardens, the Nilgiri Mountain Railways and the salubrious climate, it is the sort of place I could see myself settling at. Of course, I am not the first one to have thought of that. The British established a major retreat here. The Army has a large cantonment here. And the horticulture department takes full advantage of the climate to grow exotic trees.Leave a Comment
We spent a few lovely, misty days in Coorg. This is the story.Leave a Comment
When we first considered Myanmar for a vacation, the first thoughts that occurred in our heads were military rule, fear, poverty, rickety infrastructure and safety issues. For a country that had been joined at the hip with ours for more than a century, we were surprisingly clueless about what to expect and constantly expected the worst.
How wrong were we!
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Myanmar was clean, well mannered, safe, beautiful, surprisingly diverse and inhabited by a gentle population that has suffered a lot for a long time.
It has been over a year since I moved to Bangalore. And while it has largely been work for me, there were a bunch of small trips here and there. It is nice to look back and realize there were quite a few. Not a total waste, eh?Leave a Comment
Six years after quietly walking in, she quietly walked out. No doubts. No questions. No lingering regrets. Just the hope that you left their world a tiny bit better than you found it.Leave a Comment
We are human. We forget. Sometimes even the things closest, most fundamental to us. And sometimes, whiff of fresh air reminds us of them. Implores us to come back. Forces us to rejoin. And the smile on our faces make it all worth it.Leave a Comment