There is a simplicity and decency in a military burial, even in its plainest form… I am not the first … Continue reading CAPTAIN BLAKISTON’S WAR.
…their brick bones stripped of stucco skin. Beyond the pedimented gateway, the roar of traffic on Park Street fades to … Continue reading GARDEN OF STONE
But all was not well in the empire. The Moghuls came from Central Asia. Descended from Genghis Khan and Tamburlaine, … Continue reading THE GREAT MOGHULS
The air is humid and a few spots of rain begin to fall. Morning at Howrah Station. As the Doon … Continue reading OH, KOLKATA!
Her long dress is bright amid the sea of black dresses… It is raining on Park Street. Outside the big … Continue reading LADY IN RED
And the dawn comes up like thunder, outta China, ‘crost the bay… – Rudyard Kipling, Mandalay Travelling is a series … Continue reading FROM FAIRLIE TO HOWRAH
He anoints my hands with a fragrant oil and bids me welcome… “Allāhu ‘akbar; lā ‘ilāha ‘illā-llāh…”(Allah is greater; there … Continue reading TIPU SULTAN’S MOSQUE
Empty platforms in nameless towns flashing by. I made these notes in my diary as I crossed the state of … Continue reading The Plains of Madhya Pradesh.
Few things can prepare you for your first sight of the River Ganges… The driver was lost. Confused by the … Continue reading CONFLUENCE
“Such a river of life as nowhere else exists in the world.”– Rudyard Kipling On the Dufferin Bridge, I was … Continue reading THE GRAND TRUNK ROAD