In The Meadows Of Dayara Bugyal

The hills are alive with the sound of music! - Maria, in The Sound Of Music I hopped, skipped and jumped in a green meadow on a sunny morning, singing the one line I knew of this song over and over again. Before me lay an undulating meadow, caught between a white winter and a…

Home and History

I've never been a history buff. Ever. But there is a certain vector of travel that merrily explores just that - the whys, whens and hows of events and their by-products that molded what we see and experience today. My favourite guidebook author - Rick Steves - is a proponent of this vector and I…

March Madness – Mahabaleshwar

We spent two wintry months curled up at home or at a cafe and drinking hot chai. It was much too difficult to even imagine waking up early for a trek, and weekends went by in deep sloth-ness. "Let summer come" we whispered and sunk deeper into our couches. Summer did come, and how! The skies…