His eyes, and the frown just above them, scanned my face and soaked clothes, perhaps looking for a ring, bangles or sindoor.
Don’t even get me started about mouldy walls, dated furniture and design so unaesthetic, it hurts the eye.
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An old stone oven was fired up for pizza, and we sat around drinking wine and chatting in the sunny garden under the shade of an old oak tree.
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When things get better (and they will!), escape to these idyllic getaways in Uttarakhand and Himachal Pradesh for a workation, hike or detox.
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Ask Me Anything! Photo: Dariusz Sankowski (Unsplash) Candidly answering your questions about life on the road, pandemic living, finances, choosing not to “settle…
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What does it mean to live in a country torn by the pandemic, where getting any vaccine is better than getting none at all? But what if it further curta…
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In the face of our collective trauma, it might seem totally ridiculous or absolute necessary to cling to a sense of purpose.
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When she heard about my travels, she put down her fork, looked me right in the eye and implored me to get myself to Iran.
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