Spring and Hope

Beats of light fusion music above the hum of chic conversations float to my ears. One look outside the large glass panel and it’s almost as if the leafing trees on the street are sashaying in tune. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the dark decor of timber and brown pleasantly warms the crisp air.  I…

Namaste Delhi

It’s been almost 10 years since I was here last.  And we both have changed. As I got out of the plane, I braced myself for that all familiar smell of paan and urine, one of the first things that hits you in India. But there was none! If the signs didn’t say ‘Welcome to…