Love, Life and Connected Pasts
Embracing the past and the present, Mexico City pulsates with warmth and vibrancy, as I discovered on my recent visit.
A colourful collage of courage and passion unfolds as I walk through the Frida Kahlo Museum. It is an overwhelming … Read the rest
The year is 1936. The Dutta family from Sylhet ( then undivided India, now part of Bangladesh ) were proud of their son, Ramesh. He had studied and graduated in Geology from Presidency College, Calcutta.
The shining light … Read the rest
My love for Noor Jahan started over a decade ago. It is probably why I go the extra mile for her – be it hunting down an obscure tomb “Shahpir ka Dargah” she built for her advisor/physician, in a hidden … Read the rest
I traveled to Belgrade in February carrying the information that a first time visitor to the city would normally have – the confluence of two rivers, Sava and Danube, old fortress, museums, squares, temple, a mausoleum and the unmissable Knez… Read the rest
It’s August 2010 and I’m in a village called Domkhar Barma half way up the Domkhar Valley, western Ladakh. The mountain river coming from the snowmelt higher up the valley divides the village with a few houses on the far … Read the rest
The song draws to a close. We are a small group sitting, mostly cross legged, on the floor of a Tibetan Buddhist shrine room which somehow feels golden, with glorious, colourful Tibetan art on the walls and surrounded by statues … Read the rest
The penchant for witnessing a traditional ’bonedi-bari’Durga puja in recent years probably arises out of a desire to savour our cultural past, mingled with nostalgia. It is also a welcome departure from the maddening whorl of community pujas … Read the rest
Smile – and the world smiles with you. Grieve – and you grieve alone.
These had been the words I had somehow memorized in my childhood when I first went to school. It was a school run by Catholic nuns. … Read the rest
‘Everyone thinks that they have the best dog and none of them is wrong’
On one rainy day, the tiny tots of the family caught me unawares. “Do tell us a story please…..!”
Oh sure, let me start. Once upon … Read the rest
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