This piece was originally published in The Hindu Sunday Magazine.
The bus rolls slowly into the central station in eastern Mostar, the familiar crunching sound of gravel under the tires signalling the end of the ride. The journey from Sarajevo had taken just a little over two and a half hours, and we’d got to enjoy the sight of the enticing emerald-green waters of the Neretva river along the way. Continue reading “Notes from Mostar”
Earlier this month, I ran for the hills – quite literally – fleeing Delhi (and its toxic Diwali smog) for Shimla. The crisp winter air was invigorating as I walked along Mall Road and the Ridge, taking in the surroundings. People gathered outside popular local eateries, busied themselves with shopping, gazed at watercolour paintings displayed at the Gaiety and enjoyed late-night strolls around Christ Church. Continue reading “Visual Diary: A Winter’s Night on Shimla’s Mall Road”
A slightly modified version of this article originally appeared in The Hindu Sunday Magazine, which can be viewed here.
The setting sun casts a golden glow over the otherwise nondescript street in the residential neighbourhood of Vefa, Istanbul. Not far from Sultanahmet, which is famous for its numerous historic attractions including the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia, Vefa is quieter and calmer, but its weary streets are steeped in a different kind of history. During Ottoman times, this quarter was home to scholars and aristocrats, and it remains the home of a 142-year old boza shop, Vefa Bozacısı. Continue reading “Nostalgia in a Glass of Boza”
I don’t paint nearly as often as I’d like to or should, particularly when I’m travelling. Being pressed for time – or, more often, sheer laziness/the social media sinkhole – gets in the way. But every time I do, I find that it intensifies an experience. There’s something about capturing a place you’re passing through or a fleeting moment within the pages of a sketchbook that feels both personal and indelible. Continue reading “Travel Sketches: From Paris to Bali”