Beyond Wazwan – A Culinary Trail in Srinagar

‘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 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.