By Nishi Pulugurtha
The Dutch Kuthi is gone. What remains are the outer walls and dense foliage all over the place. Only that tree, with its roots embedded deep into the walls, stands testimony to its former glory.
By Bhaswati Ghosh
The young man emerges from the kitchen with my tea. The bag of tea steeping in a cup of hot water is one I’m not familiar with but find refreshing, especially as I sip it with bites of the biscuit the ladies have shared with us – tasting exactly like Marie biscuits sold in India.
By Ronak Singh Bhasin
You get a good view through the agarbatti smoke haze. If you wonder why they burn agarbattis, it is to mask the smell of the ganja. Maal/weed smoke has a quite distinctive smell but mixed with incense smoke, even trained noses can’t differentiate it that easily.
By Parul Doshi
It appears that in February 1968, highly fascinated by spirituality and Indian culture, the Beatles travelled to India to attend an advanced Transcendental Meditation (TM) training session at the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.
By Neha Basnet
In Nepal, customers are bound to carry bundles of cash with them and still end up being cheated. With digital payment systems, customers simply press a few buttons with their fingers and the funny money is gone, just like in a casino. Unfortunately, such services are limited.
By Sowmya Dechamma
For a moment, I imagined medieval royals enjoying a pleasant sunny day. It was sunny and I let the sun fall on my back. I could hear a bird – loud and shrill, and tried unsuccessfully to spot it. As I listened it became louder and shriller, shutting out all other sounds of insects and birds. It took me some effort to focus my ears onto the other sounds.
By Lopa Banerjee
The whistle blows. I find myself in the sweltering heat of a train compartment in suburban Kolkata, my tongue chained to numbness and austerity. I carry with me the rampant memories and succulent folklores of my childhood, my unruly hair running along with the houses, huts, trees, ponds, and creeks, as my life speeds along, swishing back and forth between pale faces and clumsy station platforms.
By Elena Vinokurova
You have no future and all that awaits you is death from an overdose of sun, freedom, and chili peppers…and, then, you wake up in a gray city apartment in a gray concrete high-rise under a gray sky among people dressed in gray ties.
By Saptarshi Kundu
Maldives is one of the most beautiful coral islands, having plenty of colourful fishes and corals. Since snorkelling is a favourite pass-time here, almost all the resorts let out snorkelling equipment. And if you are a photography fanatic like me, you can try snorkelling with an underwater camera.