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, listening to music I would’ve generally put on my ipod … Continue reading 5 Reasons Why A Fijian Should Go To Goa

What I Forgot About Traveling

I’ve been hogging the same spot in this cafe every afternoon for the past three days. Overlooking the dark waters of Borsola Beel with the afternoon sun streaming in, sipping some very passable cappuccinos and Assam tea. I absently watch the hip and urban of Guwahati stream in and out to the beat of some really good Bollywood indie tunes. Breathing in the familiar scenario, I think … Continue reading What I Forgot About Traveling

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 when I was at the India-Myanmar border waiting for my … Continue reading Once Lived Nagas in Longwa

The Tranced Villages of Nagaland

It’s not everyday that you find yourself being offered tea and fire-popped corn by a Naga Angh (headman) in his opium den. And when that happens, do you? – a) Say no thanks (and risk offending the chief of a once-were-headhunters tribe)? b) Take the tea and say thanks. (and hope that the tea is not laced with something)? c) Ask if you could try some … Continue reading The Tranced Villages of Nagaland

Day 7: Burma to Hindustan

Woke up to someone khaakh-ing their lungs out outside my window (what’s with men retching and spitting early in the mornings?). It was freezing in the night and took me a long while to get to sleep and now warmly cocooned in a tangle of dust-mite infested blanket, my big shawl, my neck shawl, socks which must have come off at some point and a … Continue reading Day 7: Burma to Hindustan

Waking Up on The Back Waters of Alappuzha

Ever dreamt of throwing it all behind, getting on a boat and cruising down a river on a hammock for the rest of your life? I did that. Well…for 24 hours at least. On the backwaters of Kerala. I arrived in Alappuzha (Alleppey) on a 7-hour hair-rising local bus ride from Trivandrum around 8 at night. Wet, stinky and with sore arms. Sore arms from getting a … Continue reading Waking Up on The Back Waters of Alappuzha

My 10 Best Spice-and-Jasmine Infused Memories of Kerala

I walked into my favorite boutique last week and was fervently welcomed by the owner. She’s an elegant lady and her choice collections are the sole reason why I have ever managed to look good at some functions in the past. She was curious where I had disappeared off to. I always knew that she was from India but what I didn’t know was that … Continue reading My 10 Best Spice-and-Jasmine Infused Memories of Kerala