Travel to the Forests of North Bengal: Sevoke and Gorumara
By Prasun Banerjee & Mosarrap H Khan
Travels to the forests of North Bengal in Sevoke and Gorumara
By Prasun Banerjee & Mosarrap H Khan
Travels to the forests of North Bengal in Sevoke and Gorumara
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Dhanyakuriya is just about 30 kms from Barasat, not very far from Kolkata, yet most people living in the city and its surroundings have never heard of the place. We are awestruck by the huge mansions, at the fusion of architectural styles used in the buildings, at the sheer opulence evident everywhere, at the faded photographs that seemed to tell a story of a different time and era.
By Ananya Dutta Gupta
Looking at my female co-passengers, as they quickly alternated between affected courtesy and barely concealed ill-will, I could not help recall the faces of complicit onlookers as Christ is led away bearing his cross in Hieronymus Bosch’s paintings.
By Mujeeb Jaihoon
He welcomed me to the Masjid and showed around the place, inviting me to photograph anything I wanted. A relic from the Holy Ka’aba in Makkah hung on the wall. The walls and roof were well decorated in stunning Persian architecture.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
As the sun sets, we head back to the resort. Walking back, we are taken in by the colours of the setting sun that lend the place a beautiful aura. Our holiday was coming to an end. As we spend the last morning, we decide to just soak in the quietness, the calm, and the serenity of the place.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
These beautiful structures, almost all in a state of neglect, bear testimony to a glorious past, marvelous sentinels that reveal the breath and purity of the red earth whereon they stand.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
I was told that the place was once maintained well. The water of the lake was clean, the green foliage trimmed, and the flowers were in full bloom. Maybe things would change for the better here, some day.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
A long walk down the unpaved road, away from the main market, takes us past a small hamlet to a rock that is nestled upon a couple of other rocks. The locals refer to it as Bhim Pakora. As we walk down the road, enjoying the beautiful sights all along, a local woman on her way home guides us and volunteers information.
By Sadiq Zafar
Historically Cochin has witnessed many foreign invasions including Portuguese, Dutch, and British. And to experience this cultural confluence, tourists from across the globe flock to the city in large numbers. Meandering lanes bifurcate the waterfront leading to Mattancherry, a residential area on the fringes of Cochin.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
As I walk across the ramparts, traffic buzzes by. Within the fort, it seems another world, a world far removed in time. A world that goes back to a period read long ago in history books, a world of which we have just these ruins as witness of time gone by.
By Bhupinder Singh & Bhaswati Ghosh
I don’t feel like it’s a dead person’s house I’m visiting. Frida is alive and kicking, it seems, welcoming the crowd into her personal space, not shy to share her tears, convictions and even scandals with us in a way that feels honest and liberating at once.
By Bhaswati Ghosh & Bhupinder Singh
This was the cafe where Fidel Castro and Che Guevara met several times, chain smoking and drinking strong coffee, to plan the Cuban Revolution. As I enjoy eggs and hams with refried beans and look at old men being humoured by the cafe staff, I try to imagine those intoxicating times.