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Articles labelled ‘travel’

  • All That You Can’t Leave Behind

    The photographs did not come out of the frames easily. I was naïve to think that I could so simply extricate my pleasant, hopeful memories of India.
  • The Private Lives of Old Delhi

    We've come to a place that is the opposite of a private library. This is the collection of too many people to count.
  • Village Vignettes: Romancing Rural Rajasthan

    In Rajasthan, pride does not take on the ugly avatar of arrogance. It helps the people ground themselves in a coherent identity in the face of a fast globalising landscape.
  • Village Vignettes: Harvest Season

    Being a handicap in a farming family is a deadly curse—the ignominy of being an extra mouth to feed without the solace of being a helping hand.
  • U-bends: Ujeli, Again

    Uttarkashi isn’t likely to make the top ten lists of many tourists. It doesn’t offer much in the way of museums or ancient ruins or souvenirs.
  • Songbird

    In the dead of a summer afternoon, hiking through a forest in the Deccan is an unnatural experience.
  • A Hippie in a Strait Jacket

    Airports and airplanes are the best places to try on different faces to masquerade your identity and experiment with your personality.
  • Village Vignettes: Happiness

    The secret to happiness, so intangible, and yet so familiar, remains too tantalisingly nebulous to encapsulate in words.
  • U-bends: Haridwar

    It was a row of circling flames along the riverbank at dusk, illuminating clouds of incense and chanting pilgrims. For a moment, the postcards came to life.
  • Alice in Wonderland

    Against the backdrop of history exists a town dripping with experimentation and modernity. Except this is not a town. This is Hauz Khas Village.
  • Village Vignettes: Opium for Dinner

    For most of us, opium usually paints a picture of the messy tangle of the narcotics trade, undercover dealings, and sometimes, a withered Chinese lady smoking a pipe.
  • U-bends: Rishikesh

    When the river rises, the platform is submerged and Shiva rides the current, swells of water lapping against his thighs.

The Tap #17

By Ramya Sriram