If you travel to a place which is less than 30 minutes from your home and write about it afterward, will that be called a travelogue? No idea. I went to Old Delhi on a photography trip for my wife’s doctoral thesis. We had the cheapest Sony Cybershot point and shoot camera and I am as good a photographer as the rickshaw puller who took us around. So, here it goes: This is Turkman Gate, the southern entrance to Old Delhi. Being on the other…Continue Reading “Old Delhi – Chronicles of a near-resident”
2 days, 1 night, interesting observations & a little insight The need to get away might not be a basic need. But, at times, the urge exceeds even the most powerful instinctual drives. Part of the reason why, my trip to Mussorie began by foregoing food and sleep. Delhi was going through the weirdest monsoon ever in its history. Rain and the sun had alternately peaked with the understanding of two seasoned batsmen. Consequently, Delhi’s reputation for dry weather had gone for a toss. Getting…Continue Reading “Lost and found in Mussorie!”