Accidental Expat.

Growing up I would envy friends whose father’s had transferable jobs moving to different cities, within country and abroad. Ours was a business family and this necessitated staying in one place and one residence, a family property, in sleepy, culturally and politically rich town of Allahabad on the banks of River Ganga, the holy river…

Tangible Memories

This post is in response to IndiBlogger contest titled Beauty has an Address based on Oman. We lived in Muscat, Oman from October 1995 to November 2000 and the five years was an introduction to a culturally and typographically vibrant and irresistible. Our entry into Muscat, the capital of Sultanate of Oman, had coincided with…

Travel- Fantasy

A RICKSHAW JOURNEY. …An Introduction to an ongoing ‘Fantasy’. ‘These hauntings make up the invisible story of our lives, the shadow side of the resume, if you like.’ Pico Iyer in SUN AFTER DARK…..Flights into the Foreign. A scene replays in memory, the year 1958 and father, holding on to marigold and rose garlands, waving…

Noodle Trail

The surprising part is that I am not a food person but gastronomic interjections have always been lurking in the background. In the 1970s while in the midst of understanding the nuances of the Romantic poets P B Shelly, Keats and William Wordsworth ( for Bachelors at Allahabad University) I would willingly miss lectures to gormandize on…