Category Archives: Travel, Food & Heritage

When Kamani D’Silva first saw the wave, she thought that it was the end of the world. “Run”, she

Engraved in Nastaliq script on a shining white marble plaque, this Urdu couplet — penned by the Persian poet Hafiz — decorates the gate of a 200-year-old building located on a quiet lane in Mumbai. It’s a fitting tribute

One Tuesday afternoon in Mirissa, a small tourist town in the southern province of Sri Lanka, I slouched my sandy self on a beach chair and gazed at the clear blue ocean in front of me. It was a bright, sunny day. However, that was not how I felt. The waves were calm and gentle, yet uncomfortable thoughts raged in my head.

A portrait usually signifies a face, a person. How do you paint the portrait of a nation?” It’s a question that gnawed at Paul Abraham, Founder of the online museum Sarmaya, which showcases his vast private collection of living traditions,

As a young child, I would often stand by my grandmother in the kitchen watching her make crisp buttery uttapams for me, every morning of every June when I visited her in Hyderabad during my summer vacations.

It was a crimson sunset that evening. The waves lashed at the shore in the distance and the birds took their final flight back home. The coconut trees swayed and the narrow, muddy path went far beyond what I could see. I was

Almost everyone is familiar with the beauty of Mussoorie. Long winding roads, dense pine forests, stunning snow-capped peaks, the cool pristine air and the old colonial architecture – the Queen of the hills has rightly established its place in the picturesque stories of Ruskin Bond and the hearts of travellers who come to explore this charming hill town

Sounds of footsteps echoed heavily in the darkness as Ritam Nandy made his way through a long, dingy corridor all alone.

Someone once told me about how most Indians and Pakistanis living abroad enjoy a certain unlikely kinship. A shared history, a common language, similar cultures and a mutual love for food – in a foreign country, they have more things to bond over than fight about.

The year was 1947. A young man, Pilinja Laxminarayan Rao waited intently at the VT (now CST) station in Mumbai with a board in his hand that read ‘New Vasantashram.’ Anticipating the arrival of passenger trains,

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