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.
What we build is influenced by and is a reflection of the times we live in. The roof that is built, the colour painted, the materials used...
Traversing binaries of the divine and the mundane, smudging the pure and the impure, a river accommodates all...
This journey traces heritage through the remnants of the dynasties that ruled Madhya Pradesh from ancient times till the present...
Retrace our steps with Hole & Corner as we explored the derelict performance spaces of Chennai and Madurai in the south...
The gentle rumbling of the sea beckons you towards worlds long lost – of palaces with high ceilings
We took the toy train in Coonoor early morning. We were quite grumpy, wondering why we had let our travel...