Three Months in Russia

Saint Basil's Cathedral

For the next three months, Russia is our home, our office, our stomping grounds and our chance to explore a new land, culture and perspective.

The Edge of the Ocean

Priya at the Kadike Beach

It’s quiet up here.
Filled with things no one wanted.
Things left behind.
A forgotten suitcase of abandoned memories.

Why these words won’t let me be

Diwali at Bhandup

Pretty words.Vagabond words. Dreamy words. Stubborn words. Bright, rambling words. Wandering words. Light, luminous words — I’m hostage to your magic.

So Long, Lonesome

So Long, Lonesome

She sits down. Feet crossed, palms on her thighs. He stood beside the seat, looking down on her petite form, thinking how she looked like a tiny, injured bird. Graceful, fragile and troubled. He wanted to pick up all the broken parts of her and sew it together.

Hello 2014!

New Year Bokeh

Let’s face it, it’s just very rewarding to start a New Year with a spanking new list of Things To Do. It makes your life seem so much more like the beginning of a feel-good rom-com than not. So, let’s go make that list! But let’s instead cut the inspirational and motivational and life-changing baloney and set some satisfying short-term goals, or tasks rather, for ourselves, that are easy to achieve, are highly joy-inducing and will never ever make you feel like a letdown.

Bamnoli — A lesson in contentment

A boat ride on the Shiv Sagar lake, Bamnoli

After spending an enjoyable day at the breathtaking Kaas Plateau, not wanting to stick to the well-intentioned suggestions of everyone from friendly locals to online bloggers that the only place to stay the night nearest town Satara, we decided to take a local bus to the neighbouring village, Bamnoli.

I’m not here

Bloom

Sometimes, I’m not here. When you are talking to me, watching my expressions change on cue with every word you say, I’m not here. I’m listening, but I’m not here.

Hello, goodbye. Or the other way around.

Into the light

It’s my last day of ‘living’ in Hyderabad.

I can never come back here feeling like the same person. But I guess no one really comes back to anything without changing. If you think about it, every tiny second in a day changes you in the smallest of ways you can’t see or imagine. You live a little more. You love a little more. A little more hurt, a little more learnt. You know what I mean?

Le Livre

Le Livre

My book is my time machine. It has the power to push away the ground beneath my feet to let me stay fearlessly suspended in a place that has no past, present or future. Where no space and time exist. A limbo that frees me of the world. I can go anywhere from here. When I want to be anywhere but here. My escape.