‘Those who don’t believe in magic, will never find it.’ You have to believe in Kashmir, to really be able…
A Drive to Malshej Ghat
Weekends are precious and rare and must be full of new adventures. Thanks to a surprise discount from Zoomcar, we…
In Retrospection, Ahmedabad
I had never lived on my own. I had never lived outside Delhi. Until I moved to Ahmedabad in the…
Books & Bombay – Trilogy, Lower Parel
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of Library” There is something about books They are inanimate,…
In the City of Nizams
When someone mentions Hyderabad what is the first thing that comes to mind? Biryani, of course! But for young millennials…
Chai at Chhota
My incurable penchant for a well made cup of chai takes me to various places around the country – restaurants,…
The Grown-Up Jeans
Last weekend, while rearranging my wardrobe at home, I stumbled upon a pair of dark blue, low-rise Levi’s Diva jeans.…
The Traveling Teal Kolhapuris
Musings about her romance with Dilli, by guest author Aishvarya Raghavan. Janpath is a queer place. Maybe because our city…
Postcard from Persia
Last week I found myself wandering in the stifling middle lane of Khan Market at 5 PM, waiting for a friend who had promised to be on time. I am reluctant to sound like a middle-aged hag, but that is the time of the day when I just need my cup of tea. Having overdone green tea at Cafe Turtle on many previous occasions, I suddenly spotted the cute Parsi topi signboard of Sodabottleopenerwala.