Rustic Rhapsody

  Rustic scenes from a rustic town. My mode of travel for weeks to come! The ring of the bell, the groaning wheels, The creaky brakes and jumpy seat, The lapping waves on the sand, The salty sea breeze, combine In an orchestra churning a rustic rhapsody.


Lessons from Triund: Not Giving Up

As sad as I am to type this, I am not a very fit person. I’m only very average when it comes to fitness and that isn’t great news when you are going to a much higher altitude, alone. I realised the fact that I wasn’t in great shape by trekking standards and I did … Continue reading Lessons from Triund: Not Giving Up

Lessons from Triund: Socialising

Solo-travel is oxymoronic. One can never travel alone. There are always people sharing a part of the path with you. To me and to anyone who finds “classic, no nonsense” train travel fantastic, no train journey can be complete without the swaying and swerving of the train carriages, the sound of the wheels racing on … Continue reading Lessons from Triund: Socialising

Religion and Women’s Rights

This is not an overall view or essay on women's rights movements or feminism. Here, I lament about how recent and ongoing women's rights movements in India leave me at odds with myself on the issue. To give my readers a short background, I have been brought up in an Liberal Hindu Brahmin family in … Continue reading Religion and Women’s Rights