South India
From where I stood, there was no way to guess what was cooking inside the large mansion. From outside the house, I could not guess what was being cooked inside, even though the strong scent could have led me on. Crispy sweetmeats simmering and sizzling in huge bronze pots. A graceful woman kept going back and forth carrying large bowls of baked candies on her hip. From another room came the whisper of the television. Standing by the door, the curvy figure of a young beauty a young woman acknowledged my presence with a delicate smile.
In the courtyard, two little boys played with sticks and sand. There was no separation between life and work, among family and colleagues. I wondered what their working hours were.
Farmers’ Markets
Sometimes a warm glance is enough to say you are allowed to enter the intimacy of an Indian home...
Narrative • South India
The Hands that Create
Mostly unnoticed, all art emerged from handicraft. The clay turns to a pot, the wood is whittled to a veena, the nylons weaved into a net...
Narrative • South India
Where Stones Speak
This journey traces the legacies set in stone, of empires that ruled the Deccan across the classical and medieval periods of history...
Bespoke Journey • South India
Monuments of Minimalism
This journey across the North and West explores the phenomenon of modern architecture that gripped India during the 20th century...
Bespoke Journey • North India
Brijrama Palace
The erstwhile royal palace in the holiest city of Varanasi, the Brijrama is an unlikely blend of luxury...
Hotel Guide • North India
A Spectrum of Hues
At the tail end of the monsoon, a cool blue tint envelopes the landscape of the Indian Peninsula, lush green foliage shiver in the cold winds...
