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Genre: Travelogue

A Vembanad Weekend – Part 3

The Kavanattinkara Conundrum

At first, the helper gazed at us without a blink. I thought he was in the state of mind receiving messages from his higher self; much like a sage who sleeps with his eyes open; a sleep so profound that any question from a visitor could be answered with a silent gaze

A Vembanad Weekend – Part 2

The airstair sounded fragile on each step as do those wobbly spiral staircases you’d find nestled in the dark corners of shady shoe stores. Unlike a large carrier in which a courtly hostess wearing passion-red lipstick would greet and point to your seat, this one had the do-it-yourself motif. A lean isle with 2×2 arrangements …

A Vembanad Weekend – Part 1

“Due to operational constraints, we have moved your reservation from the flight at 7:30 a.m. to the one at 10:30”, said the polite one from the helpline. 
“Oh but there was no prior notice! No messages or mails.”
“Sorry sir, as I mentioned, due to operational constraints, we have…”
“Yeah okay, okay, thanks a lot!”
June 23, 2013
11: 31 PM

The Guide

Watching a guide articulate on the finest temple sculptures in the searing heat of midday sun offers no poetic thrills. But it sure calls for empathy and a memorable one. 

Belur, 1996: It was one of the designated stops in the long tour around Mysore. My parents and I have always been thrilled to visit

Visiting the Queen – 7

When you are all alone in a room, you get this irresistible urge to do a little bit of everything. Sing at a pitch that breaks your voice; do push-ups and give up before a count of five; get philosophical about everything  you see including a smelly water jug; write a bunch of Haiku poems …