Golden triangle of the East

It is a dull gray morning when I step on the Chandrabhaga beach at Konark. The mild drizzle of early morning seems all set to turn into a downpour. Small groups of fishermen are sitting clustered around their boats, looking at the sea with worried eyes. The few families dipping their feet in the cold…

A quick temple visit at Bhubaneshwar

Bhubaneshwar was a let-down for me – after those merry marigolds at the airport and the cool breeze that caressed my face through my drive into the city, I expected a lot more. My fault, really, for expecting big things from what has been described as a temple-town (beware of that term – Varanasi, Puri,…

Konark journey… poetry in stone

The beach at Chandrabhaga near Konark was a dull grey blanket when I reached there early in the morning, eyes half shut, mind still on “where-is-my-filter-coffee” mode. What ever happened to the “famous” East Coast Sunrise that I woke up at 5 a.m. for? The rain. That is what happened. Who has heard of rain…