Friday photo: Kids

I have written a lot about Bhutan on this blog and also featured it on my Friday photo series earlier. This time, it is Bhutan again. But not a single image but a collage of the cheeky kids I came across in that beautiful country. *** Read my other stories on Bhutan here… Also see:…

Friday photo: South Bank

I am off next week to one of my favourite cities in the world – London. I am there on work for the first few days. And then… a quick weekend trip to Leeds, a couple of musicals, a morning food walk, lots of catching up with friends, revisiting old haunts… This Friday, from a…

Friday photo: Windows

As Bangalore reels under the vicious attack of an early summer, my thoughts are in the cool, cool hills. Sikkim, Ladakh, Himachal, anywhere at all in the Himalayas is where I would rather be right now. So this Friday, a photo from Sikkim: a young girl looking out of the window at Pemayangtse monastery at…

Friday photo: Maheshwar

This Friday, a memory from Maheshwar, near Mandu… In Mandu, every brick, every building, every nook and cranny whispers stories about the legendary love of prince Baz Bahadur and Roopmati. Though this love story unfolded in the mid 16th century, Mandu itself took shape in the hands of the Parmar kings in the 8th century….

Friday photo: Juhu Chowpatty

At Juhu Chowpatty, one rainy evening many years ago… Read Babban’s story here… Also see: Friday photo series

Friday photo: Football

In Bhutan recently, I watched a group of young monks (monklings?) release an entire day’s worth of pent up energy on a football. It was late evening at the Chime Lakhang monastery at Punakha and prayers were over the day. What started as a listless kicking of a ball around the field soon gave way…

Friday photo: A thousand spires

On my mind today, Prague. I just finished a piece on Prague for an inflight magazine, and everywhere I turn, there seems to be a story on this city of a thousand spires, easily one of my European favourites. So, this Friday, a view of the old town from the top of the Old Town…

Friday photo: Alphorning

A couple of weeks ago, I learned to play the alphorn in a small village in Switzerland. Okay, learned to play is way exaggerating what I actually did – which was, learned to blow into the alphorn to produce what sounded like a musical note. To a very generous ear. Great fun (to me, not…