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.
At the edge of the Desert
Sand easily overtakes the careless traveller. Grain by grain, it squeezes slowly between tight lips, it threads its way through...
Narrative • North 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 Art is Made
This journey explores the many handicraft traditions ranging from pottery to textiles in the states of Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh...
Bespoke Journey • North India
In the Land of Palaces and Kings
This journey explores the rich Rajput and Mughal heritage exemplified by the resplendent architecture of North India...
Bespoke Journey • North India
Taj Mahal Palace
Under the glimmering lights of the bustling city of Mumbai lies a timeless structure. As the streets...
Hotel Guide • West India
Holy Dust
In her cosy New England kitchen, my grandmother is serving me a cup of green tea. She then sits in front of me, staring. Finally, she asks
