Greetings, readers! Lately this blog has been awfully quiet. That's because I've been busy preparing for something amazing - something truly unique - for the coming months. I will be spending most of August overlanding the barrens of Ladakh with my family. Our rig - The Thar - is all prepped and ready, and we'll...

Haiku: Siesta

Breeze plays joyfullyin my windchime and bamboosA sweet lullaby#Haiku

Haiku: The First Rain

Monsoon arrives ridingon the wings of pied cuckoosand their melodies.#Haiku

Haiku: The Precipice

The balmy embraceof sun-glossed rain sheds the lastlonely laburnums#haiku

Haiku: A Welcome Shower

Raindrops gently sootheThe baking earth of my mindAs I sit reading#haiku

Haiku: Summertime

As cicadas singI think of childhood summerschasing butterflies#haiku

Travelogue: Saudade

Yet another month has gone by, and the pandemic remains our reality. For the past year, on and off, every single one of us has struggled in their own way to make peace with the new world order. Travelling has become, unfortunately, a risky move. As I end the month of May – the month...

Book Review: The Forest of Wool and Steel (Natsu Miyashita)

Do you have a dream? The Forest of Wool and Steel is a work of simple brilliance by Natsu Miyashita – a book full of discoveries and realizations, a book exploring what life is like with, or without, finding your calling. Tomura is left spellbound and entranced upon hearing a piano tuner work on the...

Travelogue: An Evening of Dreams

My tiredness notwithstanding, this evening was beginning to reveal its resplendence in breadcrumbs. After an exhausting day of driving on highways, my husband and I reached our hotel room in Udaipur early evening and began to wind down. I could hear my blood pulsing in my head, which was already spinning from exhaustion. My eyelids...

Travelogue: Speaking of Heavenly Blues

Blue, more than a colour, is a mood, a melody, the lingering note of a saxophone, sky and larkspurs; yet, miles, miles away on a remote island in Maldives, blue is…blue. Sitting on the deck in my suite, my gaze was riding the gentle, lapping waves of our serene lagoon. Sunshine sparkled and slipped on...

Travelogue: Insignificance

What I saw through the window of the plane that morning was a pristine miracle... The Himalayas dominated the skies to my right as the rickety, ramshackle Beechcraft shuddered and squawked, fighting with air that wasn’t there at that height. Our airplane was a mere fly seen against the sheer scale of the topography of...