The First Snowfall
First times are always special times. And I always make it a point to remember my first-times in the most fondest ways possible.Some of them are adventurous, some of them soft and subtle and some of them, so beautiful that they should remain undescribed, locked in the alleys of your mind and heart, to be unlocked only to yourself, at times when just that one single thought or memory can bring the long-awaited smile on your face! Then, there are those experiences, for which you have no one else to thank but the bounty and grace of nature. A feisty first thunderstorm, the first dance in the...
Read MoreLa Dolce Vita..@ Purnadas Road!
I grew up on a road, in Kolkata, that was a stone’s throw away from everything that makes Kolkata a food-lover’s paradise. Purnadas Road, was home to me for the more memorable growing years of my life, and when I look back to reasons and seasons that make me the lover of good-food that I am, I cant leave my home-street too far behind. For me, food and planning around food have always been the highlight of my life-primarily because Dad is the greatest avatar of a knowledgeable food-procurer (basically a quintessential Bengali!), and my Ma is the world’s greatest chef! My...
Read MoreMy Rainsong at Kovalam
Last night,standing upon broken shells and rocks, I could hear only the crashing pounding of the waves and the crunch of the shore underfoot. The sound of the gurgling ocean, a deep black bed of almost alluvial sand that lay between me and distant twinkling lights, purred demurely. Off, not too far, a lighthouse flashed frantically its majestic beam of light to welcome ships home. I am here for the same reason though… to come home…just that I have my own way of doing so.I walked slowly from the crushed beach to the solitary rock. Over the water and out it took me; I recall the...
Read MoreBravarian Bytes!
Yeah,sure! I have reasons to call it Bravaria! Let me start my story from some years back. Matthias and Kirsten are my closest “new-age” friends. Matthias, I met at sun-down gathering in the white pristine beach of Sarasota(FL). He was witnessing along with several others a Sunday sun-down ritual that takes place on the beach. A group of very very spiritual (and totally crazy!) people offer their prayers and offerings to the powerful sun-god, while he is on his way to his own abode, leaving us earthlings behind! There are people who mostly dance,people who indulge in a drum-jam,...
Read MoreSpain-ing Away
I firmly believe Spain is not a country. I believe Spain is a way of life. Being Spanish by birth makes you lucky. Feeling Spanish by choice makes you happy. And I feel Spanish! Certain things about being Spanish have always made me happy. They live life, as if today was the last day..they hate regrets..they love loud games like soccer..they are historically rebellious by nature..they love expressing happiness(or sadness) through loud forms of dancing …they believe in mid-day siestas…the men love their women dusky or tanned…and most importantly they love food! Good food. I...
Read MoreA Night At The Grand Canyon
“When the silvery night was assuredly asleep, The evening’s frisky perfume faded into an oblivion deep; Passionate and alluring…the beat of distant Indian drums, Heeded only by sleepless crickets in sultry hums. An yearning regained for a renewed day, The clouds whispered your name over the Canyon grey Rumbling rain dotted the river bed, Soaking the purple rays into the Settlement, now untread. In a gentle flicker of an ageless earthen lamp, Through the haze of the dusk on the Canyon ramp… I notice your silhouette…the coyote cries, I...
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