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Every now and then I come across a book that makes me feel I can realise my dream of reading one book per week. It’s unputdownable, and I’m more than willing to ditch my phone and email to read it. Currently, the book I’m reading is The Shooting Star, by Shivya Nath. Shivya left her corporate job at age 23 and decided she needed to travel. The book beautifully captures her journey and you really get a sense of her growth…well, not ‘sense’, she literally tells you about it. Sh

What a magical feeling When you wake up one day Expecting it to be like any other Perhaps you’ll eat a good meal Or see a beautiful sunset But that is all that you expect And then, you encounter something That changes your life. I knew Broadway shows are AMAZING. And I knew I was going to watch one in New York. It didn’t take me long to decide which one I wanted to see. My Fair Lady, of course. We’ve all made decisions that we are proud of…and mine was to be stubborn about wa

The Inheritance of Loss isn’t the kind of book I’d pick up on a normal day. I’m quite set in my ways and tend to run to the same authors (like P.G. Wodehouse, Agatha Christie and Ruskin Bond). I suppose it’s to do with staying in my comfort zone. And yet, part of it is because I don’t know what else to read. I recently started working at a publishing house where my primary work is writing about books for their blog. This means I have to read a lot of books-a lot of different

I had only recently learnt to ski and was enjoying my time on the slopes beyond Manali, Himachal Pradesh. I had finally mastered the ski lift and was now standing at the end of the line, ready to go up for the umpteenth time. My parents skied past me and told me to meet them at the café after this round. The café was located half a kilometer away from where I was standing. Between us was flat ground full of non-skiing tourists. There were yaks, sledges, food stalls and touris

I’ve always had a strange relationship with water. I love it, and yet, I’m scared of it. When I was a little girl, an older friend of mine saw me waddling about in the shallow end of the pool and asked me if I’d like to learn how to swim. “Yes,” I must have said. She took me to the deep end of the pool and left my hand. As I was sinking, time seemed to slow down. The water around me was a light shade of blue and I could see little air bubbles leave my mouth. There was no body

Steven, the volunteer from Australia and I left our camp at 2 am. I had decided that I’d sleep on the hour long drive but I couldn’t. The hills, the sky, the clouds; they all were all so beautiful! I remember feeling so excited as I gazed out of the car window at the bright full moon. I’d never seen a prettier sky. Towards the end of our drive, thick fog descended upon us. We couldn’t see the road ahead of us, and our hearts felt a little heavy. We had been so excited and wha

I write this one week before I’m scheduled to be back home and boy, am I excited! My three months in Mumbai were nothing short of hectic. You must imagine how different life is in a busy city when you’ve grown up in the countryside. Mumbai is truly a city that never sleeps, and while I was here, I didn’t either. I was forced, for the first time in my life, to compromise on my sleep – because I had to balance it out with working and socializing. No, I’m not complaining. I love

I’d lived in India for 19 years but had never seen the Taj Mahal. It had always been on my bucket list but somehow I had never gotten round to visiting it. Until now. My best friends in college and I had been talking about planning a road trip for quite some time now but we had left it at that. We never decided where to go or anything. One day, in conversation, I said, “We should go see the Taj Mahal”. This was over text, at 2 am in August. My friends replied saying, “let’s”.

The first thought that entered my head when my parents told me we’d be going skiing in California was this: Wait, what? You had promised me Disneyland this winter. One week and lots of tears later, we arrived at the little cottage we were to call home for the next three days at Lake Tahoe, California. I remember how much I loved the drive there. I had gotten over the disappointment of not going to Disneyland by then and was determined to enjoy this experience instead. It was,

My family’s ideal holiday involves spending a great deal outdoors and always promises some sort of adventure. In May 2016, my mother’s best friends’ family, my mom and I decided to go to Chopta, Uttrakhand. In the last week of May, my mother and I drove down to Dehradun where we met my aunt, uncle and their twin daughters. One highlight and topic of discussion during this week was the amount that I slept. I slept through all the car journeys (rousing now and then to appreciat

Total number of days: 8 Place of Stay: North Goa (Mandrem and Calangute) Meals eaten: 15 Of which Butter chicken was: 6 times (yes, I ate sea food too…once) Highlights: Swimming in the sea, paragliding and expensive cabs. I’ve been to Goa with my family as a 10-year-old, but since this was a visit with friends from school, it was quite different. For one, there was a lot more going out in the evenings and a lot less time for breakfast. When I went with my parents, we went to

Of all the places in Delhi, India Gate has to be my favorite. I feel it has a certain power that takes your breath away whenever you see it, or at least, it does mine. I’m not too sure why but perhaps it’s the pride I feel for the soldiers of my country who lost their lives in the war. Located in Central Delhi, India Gate is a war memorial that commemorates the 70,000 Indian soldiers who lost their lives fighting for the British in World War I. It bears the names of more than