By Mujeeb Jaihoon
What was Tamerlane doing in the city of Peter? Geographically and chronologically, both kings had no remote chances of meeting. How then did the blue dome look like the Gur-e-Amir Mausoleum?
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
In Purulia, travel as disinterested, leisurely locomotion, not tied perceptibly to livelihood, seemed sinful.
By Debika Banerji
What makes these mountains more shrouded in mystery is the legend of Baba Harbhajan Singh, no ascetic but a soldier who died defending the international borders.
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
Optimality, then, is nature’s choicest gift to the Mauritian topography – its lowlands undulating enough not to be monotonously flat, its mountains imposing enough to make the horizon look invitingly sublime, and, not least, its waters a shade of blue alternating with turquoise or aquamarine with a fleeting touch of the grey that stands for the un-definable in all coloration and experience.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Nothing of the Dutch Fort Gustavus remains today. Above the staircase of the bungalow of the Commissioner of Burdwan is a plaque with the letters “VOC 1687”, a sign of the Dutch past. Next to the Hooghly Madrassa nearby is a house that once served as the residence of the Dutch Governor of Chinsurah. The original building has been demolished and the British constructed a building in the same place, which serves as the residence of divisional commissioner of Burdwan.
By Raeesa Usmani
So travel,
To know not only new space
But also novel self
Lying under layers
Within You
Unexplored and unveiled.
By Goirick Brahmachari
Norah Jones, after an early breakfast is recommended on a shiny day here. October is a good old friend. The breeze smells familiar, of fresh weed and life. Even the wildest grass smells good. Little, wild, hippie flowers, trees and stones, rocks. The flowing water.
By Kamalini Natesan
We leave Odisha, satisfied, and full. The rain gods have splattered us forever, and Odisha will remain embedded, as a verdant memory of temples, coconut palms and a very kind people, who make excellent food. We repeatedly tasted the baked cottage cheese-like sweet, called Chhena Pod Pitha, which literally means burnt and baked cottage cheese. Its melt-in-the-mouth experience, very lightly sweetened, is much like Odisha itself.
By Mallika Bhaumik
When we were finally dropped off at the airport and waved Daniel good bye, we felt we have seen more of the sky, felt more of sunshine, touched the ebb and flow of raw emotions crisscrossing within us. In short, we lived more of life during these few days as tourists.
By Jagari Mukherjee
I wanted to see the city which has been immortalized by poets and artists. I wanted to see the city which had formed the backdrop in works like Alexandre Dumas’ Camille, Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal, and Sartre’s The Age of Reason, amongst others. I had watched and loved movies like Moulin Rouge (based on Camille) and Gigi (based on Colette’s novelette). As for me, my painting of Paris will be a work of Impressionism rather than Realism as I attempt to recapture its essence mainly through the perfumed mists of memory.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Susunia is the name of a hill in the Bankura district of West Bengal. There is a village of the same name nearby, too. The hill is known for its flora and fauna and is a favoured destination for rock climbers.
By Nishi Pulugrtha
The lady manning the shack and the men in the family disentangles the prawn seed from the nets and separates them. These seeds, she tells us, are sold to the prawn farms that we have seen on the way to Tajpur.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 