My heart sank as I looked out of the flight window towards the land that we were descending at slowly. It was a gloomy day with a shade of grey across every other colour. The morning sky was full of darkened clouds and the ocean below reflected the same dull mood. Where was the deep blue sea and the bright green lands bordered with white sand? Where was the sunny day that inspired tinted glasses and airy summer dress? Where was the magical land that I had been looking forward to for so long? Four months of anticipation, rigorous planning and this is where we ended! Talk about bad luck!complete article
I am a beach lover who happened to live in Mumbai, just an overnight train journey away from Goa. So naturally I keep heading to one of the many beautiful beaches of Goa every year. But even if you have found your perfect vacation spot, your heart keeps wondering what else is out there. So I jump at the mention of any new beaches nearby and if I hear good reviews about the place I am already packing my bag already.
Varkala was one of such names that I started hearing about since a few years back. I heard people ditching Kovalam and Goa for Varkala, I heard it being compared to Gokarna, I heard about its beauty and charm. And to top it all, I had this sudden realization that this could be a place which is mix of Goa and Kerala – how great would the food be there! Or how the hospitality of Kerala would find harmony with the swag of Goa. Interesting, right? That’s what I thought when I planned my Varkala trip in March this year.complete article
It was 2007 when I first visited Pondicherry. I was still in college and it was my first trip with friends. We started early in the morning from Chennai with very little money in pocket and a heart full of enthusiasm, travelled for four hours in a crowded bus, roamed around the streets of Pondicherry under a hot sun and retuned back exhausted long after the sunset. Actually it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Probably because I didn’t know that it could be better. The highlight of my trip was the French colony of Pondicherry – I loved the beautiful streets lined with colourful houses and cafes. Neither of which I could enjoy to the full extent.complete article
I never imagined Visakhapatnam as a holiday destination. Despite having a vast coastal line, it was after all an industrial city. However someone used the word beautiful to describe the city and I was intrigued. I had to see it for myself. What did I discover? It is indeed beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a city with its vehicles and tall buildings and noisy crowd. But the beauty of that flawlessly blue water splashing continuously against the roughed up brown rocks is undeniable. And being a city only adds delicious and authentic local food to the list of attraction.complete article
It was a cloudy night and there wasn’t a single star visible on sky. But down in the valley thousand stars sparkled through the chilly night air. I sat at a bench near the edge of the hotel and soaked in this view with the silence and darkness all around me. I could see what a beautiful place it had once been. And it still was, somewhere within all the cacophony of people.complete article