I made a trip to Goa in August this year. One of the things that struck me right at the beginning was the sheer green cover the place has, and the green was overwhelming. The roads were lined with trees which were covered with creepers all over. The cool breeze of rain continued to sweep through the roads. During this trip I did not go to all the usual touristy places – rather drove around small villages, roads, small empty beaches, small churches, temples, people doing their daily chores ….. usually when we go around like tourists, we perhaps perceive people as part of the “exhibits” – at least that’s what happens to me. This time, I watched and observed around, drivers who stand around in front of the hotel to pick up passengers, receptionists who are used to the tantrums thrown by the guests, women who sells flowers outside the temples trying to make a quick buck, people in
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>We have been touring North India currently and I have been fascinated by the land, the people and the culture. More fascinated by the smaller unknown places, people and their little stories. Presenting one such here: On the national highway between Chandigarh and Amritsar lies this dhaba which is quite famous in its own way … the owner proudly told us that cricketer Harbhajan Singh came in the just the other night as he had heard about the place. We stopped to have so have some tea and breakfast on our way to Amritsar … the dhaba is teaming with people – all men except two elderly ladies who are sitting there with their family. As one enters the dhaba, the men unashamedly stare … not lewdly, just plain simple staring .. no big city like codes of conduct here. They check you out especially you happen to be a female, not attired in the traditional dress codes of the
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