A Tale from Two Cities – Buda & Pest

Travel, I have come to realize, is nothing but seeing, gathering, and sometimes living stories of lands away from home. Some are sad stories, some are joyful stories, some are miraculous, some run-of-the-mill; but they are all tales of people at once similar to and different from those we have grown up around, living lives…

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Love with Prague

I had high expectations of Prague even before I went there. That was mostly because all my female friends who have been there recommended it vehemently to me. “Prague ki feel hi kuch alag hai!” was what I had heard. I didn’t realise that soon enough, but when I did, I knew just the word to qualify…

The wild wild Budapest

Money is a strange thing. It changes not only its color but also its worth as it changes hands and places. And money is truly powerful when things come cheap. For then, it injects shots of greed into your blood and makes you crave for new experiences. And Hungary is an embodiment of that greed.…

Austria

Austria is in many ways a close kin of Germany, emulating its language as well as rudeness. But it still has its own distinct character. And continuing with my previous articles, if Netherlands is trippy, Austria is musical. And a lot of the accolade goes to arguably the greatest composer of all time, Mozart. There is also this Sound…

Iceland

A different kind of heaven on Earth Iceland is not a big country. It is about 500 km wide coast to coast and harbors a population downwards of 350,000. It is not a world power or a major influencer of global geopolitics. But the beauty of Iceland is not in its size or inhabitancy or…

Netherlands

In my earlier article, I described how the gaeity is best associated with festivals (particularly Oktoberfest). Continuing the combination of my love for literature and travel, Netherlands can be described at best — trippy. Trippy is an often abused word, just like Netherlands. Netherlands is often associated with sex and drugs. And it seems to be designed to please admirers of…

The Land of the Dunes

A bright sun rises stealthily from around the corner, its sacred glow glinting off the arch-shaped stone pillars as the car speeds along the dusty road. Popularly known as “The Golden City”, Jaisalmer indeed lives up to its name. The landscape is engulfed in a tryst of yellow and brown and with the sun in…

Kashmir Chronicles -Part 2- Falling into it

While returning from Shalimar garden, we stopped near a woolens' shop where the Kashmiri Chacha had opened up his treasure trove of fluffy socks and sweaters in all hues possible. That was when our first conversation ensued. Imran was a talker, he had to be, considering the extra role of a tourist guide that all…