Kohima

I reached Kohima late at night, at least late as per Kohima winter standard. First view of the city for me was from across the valley while seating in the back seat of a car driving towards the city itself. The hills were illuminated by the lights from the streets and houses. Even through darkness of night I could make out the outlines of the hills as it waved over the community of lights making a sort of roofing on top of them. Looking at the vastness of it one could tell that this was not a hill station, but a city built on a hill. And that fit perfectly with the agenda I had in my mind.complete article

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on March 28, 2018

Hathi Mahal The boy sat in a bright orange shirt amongst the monotonous grey rocky walls of the faded palace. He hung his legs from the edge of the roof and sang on top of his voice. The palace was once called “Hathi Mahal”, or maybe it’s the name that people remembered. It had lost all its colours a long ago and now just stood like a pile of rocks amongst the aged trees and new born grasses. The land around stretched for miles only with different shades of greeneries. The palace stood alone like a lonely old man, tired for so long and yet surviving through another page of history. And the boy? The boy was contradiction to this whole image. He was bright and young, shining in the afternoon’s soft sunlight. And yet his voice vibrating through the empty landscapes, somehow captured the same essence as only a lonely old palace could bring out. His voice reflected the solace of eternity.complete article

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on September 10, 2017