Three’s a crowd.

“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” – George R.R. Martin in A Game of Thrones   There’s something fascinating about a postcard. It begins with trying to squish all that you want (or just something simple like “Beautiful”or the date) into that little space […]

Read more "Three’s a crowd."

Philly bound in Pictures

I am not really fond of air travel. But I do quite enjoy the take-off and landing parts, mainly for the aerial view that you get. That perspective is absolutely interesting! After, literally the longest day of my life, I finally reached Philadelphia.  And leaving the airport, the skyline was quite  pretty sight. It’s been […]

Read more "Philly bound in Pictures"

One-Day on the Highway to Bangalore

It is obviously fitting that my last post for the year is about a trip!

I’ve seen loads of people go on these one-day business trips and, in the case of my father, he comes back and falls asleep. Now, having experienced one of those, I can safely say that it sure is tiring.

I had to attend an interview for the Young India Fellowship programme (which is a really amazing course with a focus in diverse knowledge) and that was what took me to Bangalore.

Read more "One-Day on the Highway to Bangalore"

Creme brûlée at a Parisien café


Link : Creme brûlée at a Parisien café

Because Paris inspires.

It’s a link to one of my articles.

Of course we’ve all fantasized of touring Paris, traversing La Seine in boat, shopping and perhaps a romantic date. Yet, Paris is so much more than this and so little.

While sitting at a corner cafe in Paris, you watch the world speed by in a blur of cars with headlights on, interspersed with throngs of people crossing the street with their coats trailing a centimeter behind.  You realize the level of multi-cultural influences around. You see enough cars to spout out exotic names that your car-buff friend will be proud of you. And then, you notice the quintessential gray bicycles that are a mode of public transport. Simple, effective and beautiful is all you can think about it. You notice business men stopping by for a croissant, and women flipping their hair while walking to work; all of them occasionally glancing at the stores.  And what a number of stores! Clothes of exquisite silk studded with crystals, of fine leather, of warm wool and faux fur. And you even find cotton clothes imported from India!

Indeed, the tiramisu and creme brie were delectable soft desserts that graced your tongue for one ephemeral pause.  But. Like all things that you describe about in Paris, this too had its ‘but’ moment. Its portion size was just too small, to give an apparent air of sophistication. Daring you to take mouse-sized nibbles like pretentious people.  Served on a white plate with a trail of raspberry sauce to decorate the empty white, to give an appearance of the plate being laden with scrumptious soft dessert.

You can spend hours at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking at wax-lookalikes and the great sprawl of the city beneath. You can spot the football matches, hear the din from the Sacra Caur Basilica and watch the lazy boats on the Seine. At dizzying heights, you can feel the pure bliss of winds lashing against your face. You can see  cobbled-stone roads and the newer tar ones. They extend ad inifitum, you think.

And so, with conviction set in, you follow one of the tiny roads, wiggling out of the city to a nearby town.

This town, quite nameless, is a picturesque idyllic setting. Short houses, gabled roofs, pink walls, shutters and awnings on the stores, and a smell of fresh herbs in the garden which has hanging flowers.

You see a young woman listening to the radio. And there are kids running about jabbering in rapid-fire French that sounds oh-so-magnifique. You see a tiny shop, run by some young men and an old woman helping around. The local patisserie, they are. They invite you in; and there wafts a heavenly golden smell of baking mingled with smell of sugar and spices.  They let you try samples, at a size that could give the Parisien cafe a run for its worth.

You use your basic knowledge of French. A bonjour here, a merci there, and a   cestra da licieux. An old woman in a skirt  smiles at you and speaks in French. You reply, with a little hesitation speaking slowly, pronouncing your words right. You speak of here and there. Of then and now. Of everything in between.

Soon, it’s time to leave. You pack some confectionaries, new friends and whole lot of culture as you say :

Au revoir, mes amis !

Read more "Creme brûlée at a Parisien café"