The Great Flood (Part 3)
…a long, basso profundo chant which echoed hollowly inside the temple. It was almost silent in the cavern. The air … Continue reading The Great Flood (Part 3)
…a long, basso profundo chant which echoed hollowly inside the temple. It was almost silent in the cavern. The air … Continue reading The Great Flood (Part 3)
Don’t pay the ferryman until he gets you to the other side… – Chris de Burgh It was chaos at … Continue reading CHARON’S LANDING
Enlightenment, don’t know what it is. – Van Morrison He was a vision in orange. His robes hung from his … Continue reading ENLIGHTENMENT
“When Brahm ceases to dream, the Gods go…”– Rudyard Kipling, The Bridge Builders Findlayson of the Public Works Department would … Continue reading The Bridge Across Forever
Never mind those making promises of the afterlife;Join us now, righteous friends, in this intoxication… – Zeb-un-Nissa, Mughal poetess. She … Continue reading A Perfect Pearl
And they carved elaborate effigies of the Buddha, seated and reclining, in the darkest recesses of their crepuscular, subterranean world… … Continue reading The Great Flood (Part Two)
Say, porter, when’s the next train down? – Rudyard Kipling, My Sunday at Home On the platform at Allahabad Railway … Continue reading Locomotive Breath
I heard the Radiohead song Karma Police playing… In Nagpur, I found the best Eggs Benedict in the world. And … Continue reading KARMA POLICE
I dived headlong into the crowded, feculent, rubbish-strewn alleyways… Evening on Marine Drive. Crowds of locals stroll along the concrete … Continue reading Lights and Sound
(This story, written in 1993, was my first attempt at travel writing. It was written on a small portable typewriter … Continue reading A BEND IN THE RIVER