5 Reasons Why A Fijian Should Go To Goa

I am sitting in a rooftop terrace garden sipping coffee. The morning breeze cool, gentle. In a distance I can see the St. Sebastian Chapel amid the swaying palms trees. Strains of Alyssa Mendonsa's soothing Khwabon Ke Parindey fill the air followed by an Enya track. I'm sitting here drinking coffee just how I like it,... Continue Reading →

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Waiting on the Rains in Kathmandu

I was wrong about 3 things. That Kathmandu was a hilly city on the mountains. It’s in a valley. Kathmandu Valley. Mostly flat, surrounded by snowy mountain peaks. That Nepal and India were the same-same. A bit like saying an Indo descent from Trinidad is the same as an Indian from the motherland. Of course, it’s... Continue Reading →

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Once Lived Nagas in Longwa

They wouldn’t let me take a photo of the Angh. He wasn’t feeling too well. Actually the headman of Longwa was very poorly but nobody seemed to really care in that room because everyone was too busy getting high. Sitting in the Angh’s long house on the Burmese side, I thought back of the week... Continue Reading →

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Day 5: Burma to Hindustan

Location: Monwya Time: 5.45am Target: A cup of tea Threw on my jacket over my pjs and went out on the streets to look for a cup of tea. Didn’t have to venture out too far when I spotted a bustling stall in the dark street. Tea was Indian style with lots of condensed milk... Continue Reading →

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Pilgrimage to a Chavín Temple in the Peruvian Andes

About If you thought the Inca Empire and Machu Picchu was ancient, then let me tell you about the Chavín people, a civilization that existed between 900 - 200 BC.  The Chavín people for their times had superior knowledge in complex building construction which is evident from their discreet underground drainage systems and use of acoustics in... Continue Reading →

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Teşekkürler, Turkey

In my run around for the Schengen, I feel Turkey got cheated out of a proper goodbye and a grateful one at that. Living and working in Istanbul was everything and more than I had expected. It's one of those experiences that you keep slightly hidden at the back of your cupboard with your best... Continue Reading →

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15/24

I am so sorry that your mother didn’t tell you that a wife could be the road untravelled.   That that adventure you’re seeking across the seas, in unknown cities could be a woman.   I am so sorry that your mother couldn’t make you see that a wife could be more than pure milk.... Continue Reading →

14/24

Your tribe isn’t always the brotherhood, fun times and safe spaces.   Sometimes you are entwined to your tribe in a web of lies, buried secrets and dried blood.   Sometimes the very people you are repelled by, the ones you pray you never become like, want nothing to do with, are the only ones... Continue Reading →

13/24

You know you’re healing when the thought of spending a cool Saturday afternoon alone at your local tapas cafe over a jug of chilled Sangria dreaming of crossing icy borders again fills you with such warmth that your stiff toes curl out in abrupt laughter.   whereisshyamni@gmail.com Connect: Facebook, Twitter & Instagram 

12/24

I cannot remember the number of times I would arrive at my mother’s house and leave from the gate. Extra pairs of shoes at the front door always gave away her visitors.   I could not bear the love in my mother’s eyes when she would hold my hand and pull me close to sit... Continue Reading →

11/24

  “Madam, now vhat does a lion have to do with books?” asked my taxi driver for the evening.   “uuuhh…..”   “Exactly. Nahhthing.”   I watched the young novel-wala outside my window disappear into the evening Dili traffic. He couldn’t have been more than 14 years old. Maybe the cab driver is right.  ... Continue Reading →

10/24

  On the southern tip of India sits a temple with a blue door on it’s eastern wall always locked. Green murky waters of the 3 seas crashing ferociously outside; as if trying to touch the feet of Devi Kanyakumari.   Years ago I sat outside that door at the end of an exhausting journey... Continue Reading →

9/24

He had a knack for breaking things. She rocked on the toilet floor with trembling hands Trying to tape the smashed pieces of her mix cassette together.   She inserted it into her walkman and tried to press play. Didn’t work. She took a knife and tightened the screws And tried again. Her body sagged... Continue Reading →

8/24

Every time I get on a long-distance train My inner Simran steps in hope That this is the trip I’d meet the Raj of my dreams.   I’ve ridden through mountains, lakes and deserts Jatin-Lalit on background score (through a USB!) My neck craning a little higher at every second bend.   Seeking. Hoping. Waiting.  ... Continue Reading →

7/24

Do your kids know of the Apartheid? Did someone speak to them about the Holocaust? Have they been told about what happened during the British Raj?   Have you shared with them how you felt on the day of the 1987 coup in Viti? Do they know where West Papua is?   Then what on... Continue Reading →

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