While you curl up in the backseat of your car, roadtrippin’, the rolling hillocks of the Western Ghats would exhibit their own conspiracy of captivating your senses. You’re captured so that it feels the hit of marijuana right straight to your cranial nerves. You peep out of the window of this moving car, as your… Continue reading Mumbai-Shirdi Enchantment
With the wild roar, sparkling white waves it greets. Exuberant sea-breeze plays with the hair-strands, making them flutter, tangle. The rock just lie around, chilling. And there goes a narrow muddy path, meandering, where walks women donned in cotton saris with its pallu tucked near the navel. They walk forth, bamboo basket on head, making way… Continue reading When Kashid Played A Wild Song
Kashmir Humongous mountains carpeted with recklessly scattered flowers; millions of flowers. Wooden boats with a rooftop and floral finery (Shikara), making its way lazily through the lustrous Dal Lake. Where the snow is as impelling as the touch of spring and as rough as its summers; Kashmir is rightly called “The Paradise on Earth”. Andaman… Continue reading 8 Reasons Why India Should Be In Your Bucket List
Alibaug brings to me a picture of Arabian Nights, mainly Aladdin on his magic carpet drifting through the wind, above Alibaug’s rocky, sandy shores, and dense woods. Perhaps he did. The christening of this lazy town was done after a guy named Ali, a rich Bene Israelite, who owned many plantations of mango and coconut.… Continue reading Alibaug- The Land of Sagas and Ocean of Quietude.
Kolad, just another nowhere, far-close (120 km) to a bustling city- Mumbai. Unreliable (Nil, mostly!) mobile network, just same weather as Mumbai’s but a world apart- that’s what Kolad is. Kolad is mainly popular for river rafting activity. Every weekend people tired of Mumbai’s honks and screeches make their way to splash in river- Kundalika. Kolad… Continue reading Kolad, Minus World.
Some 250 km South-East of Mumbai is where you can find this little district, Satara. Satara, to me, sounds like sitara, which means a star. This star twinkles too, but is a kind that sits in a hush-hush corner waving back at people waving at it, smiling. But not the shiny, blingy star like Mumbai… Continue reading To the moon and Satara.
Though the waves don’t please you like Hawaii and the roads make you feel like a roller coaster ride, Mumbai will be what it is and you’ll revisit it at least thrice.