Last May 2016, I saw the Munnar greens for the first time and fell in love with it instantly. The only thing I did not like was the fact it was quite crowded in popular tourist spots so Adnan and I decided to ditch those touristy places and set off to experience the place our way. Here are 8 things to do while in the green tea heaven and yes these are ways I experienced the best of the Munnar greens. … More Go non touristy and experience the offbeat side of Munnar – 8 Ways I experienced the best of Munnar
What do I remember of my stay at Paomata, the short refreshing trip to Paomata and Dzukou valley?
As I trace my mind back, first and foremost the bumpy ride through the hills towards Paomata.
Children playing football in the hilly grounds.
Two siblings hastily climbing a flight of stairs towards their front door.
The chai in a candle lit room served by sister Benny and her family.
The warm woolen blankets in the candle lit room and how we fought among ourselves for the most cozy bed for the cold night.
A god sent bunch of wonderful company to be thankful for.
The lovely people of the hills greeting us on our arrival at Paomata.
The delicious sumptuous dinner in the cold night oh I wont forget the pork and cat fish cooked by them on our arrival.
Merymaking and photo sessions while packing breakfast and lunch for the next day trek to dzukou Valley.
The short breathtaking trek to the pine forest view point. The empty roads and fields on our way to the top…….
I wanted to explore every hidden corner of the village, capture the daily life of the good souls in the lively far away village, enjoy some more view points through pine trees from a higher ground level than we were the first evening, have more conversations, laugh some more heartily and eat a lot more generously.
But I had to bid goodbye with the hope of coming back another time, another season, in the hope of making another trip, in another year.
… More Finding Home in the tucked away corners of the lovely little village of Paomata
The day was 18th March 2016. With a canvas shoe on, she kept walking briskly without a hitch. She took steps with no distress whatsoever. She struck up a conversation or two with me as we made our way to the point of descend, complimenting the two of us(Ringo and I) for the strength with … More In Photos : Walking On A Dream – The Enchanting Dzukou Valley
My last post was about my first two days of stay in God’s Own Hidden Gem of an Island – Munroe Island. As I mentioned in that post that I would share my third and final morning experience in the island (yes with pictures of that morning that I haven’t shared or posted anywhere except … More A traveler’s guide to God’s own hidden gem of an island- Munroe Island (Things to do)
How often do you chance upon unknown islands on google maps and then decide to head to it after curiosity gets the better of you? Read on, for I promise I had never heard of this island before. It was google maps that took me there. The day was Sunday, the 4th of September 2016. … More Chancing upon Munroe Island
The day was yesterday 26th November 2016- It was 8 a.m when I slept in again after waking up from a deep sleep. I stayed awake pretty late the previous night searching on the internet about short one day hikes in and around Hong Kong. My first hike here was about two weeks ago – … More Not just any Saturday – How a stranger made my day!
A little friendship post! She took some pictures wholeheartedly. At other times she was pissed off for I kept asking and instructing her how I wanted my pictures taken. But I do hope that now that she’s seen the pictures, she wouldn’t quite mind all my tantrums. I could be a pain in the ass sometimes … More In Photos : She and I and White Town
Much like in Goa where you get the feel of the Portuguese settlement in its colonial era houses, churches and buildings, about 5000 miles away from France and around 3 hours drive down from Chennai on one of the most scenic highways of the country – the ECR (East Coast Road), Pondicherry still retains much evidence of its colonial history and lets you soak in its French legacy.
The french legacy, clearly preserved in its French quarter, in the streets lined with trees and adorned with colorful bougainvillea, the mustard colored colonial villas, chic boutiques and quaint little cafes at every nook and corner, gives me a French feel and a vibe that’s decidedly Pondicherry in nature and every time I walk down the tranquil and shaded streets of this beautiful town, I wonder if I’ve been transported to a French town.
It’s been almost a year since I last visited this little town with my best friend and the past few days have been calling me out to drift through those beautiful Pondy (as affectionally called) streets that scream of a fresh Bohemian vibe with cozy and quaint little cafes at every little corner.
Following are the reasons why this French Riviera of the East calls me back again and again. … More ‘Pondicherry, a charming miscellany’ -Why the French Riviera of the East calls me back again and again?
So I said ‘Dad, I’ll come with you.’
The year must have been 2005 or 2006 I’m not so sure. My dad had received an anonymous call on his official number some two three weeks back. This group of people we refer to as ”Naharol” – the gunmen often came barging into our homes when we were kids, taking away our belongings, driving away our vehicles – something they were particularly very much keen about, on the pretext of borrowing them and promising to return the vehicles – a promise they seldom kept, and asking for a place to hide for the night in our homes reassuring us that they would leave our homes before dawn without a trace, to which our parents would politely tell them ‘ Nupi angang yaobanina nungaidou mande.’ (There are girls and kids in the family so it wouldn’t be so convenient.) … More Chains of Dusk – How I and many others grew up at the place we call home
It’s 17th of September 2015. I wake up in this damp room to the sound of the pouring rain on the tinned roof at Eco Palm Resort, Port Blair, with my best friend beside me. I hear an occasional roaring sound of distant thunder and it seems to be coming closer. I sigh. My mind then traces back to a night ago when I was in my all too familiar bed of my one bedroom apartment in Chennai. It all still seems so unreal, I think to myself. It’s still raining heavily and I wish the rain would stop, but I know there isn’t any stopping this heavy monsoon rain. I just pray that it won’t play spoilsport today. I check the time. It’s 2 am. And after a few more minutes of contemplating a fraction of my life gazing at the ceiling fan, I finally get up and get fresh for the day. … More Baratang Island – Of mangrove creeks, limestone caves and human safari