a memoir of etchings and wanderings
November is almost coming to an end. If I were in Gurgaon now, my immensely warm white comforter would be out – as would be my Zara overcoats. There would be no need for the fan and Shankar Bhaiya at office would be requested to bring in the lemon tea first thing in the morning. The huge glass windows of Vatika Triangle would probably be all foggy in the mornings … Continue reading “Winter Deprived” →
When a tropical hurricane struck the most developed country in the world, there were discussions, editorials , infographics and serious contemplation on the ‘why’. Mother Nature isn’t biased. So the reason has to be scientific. Or geographic. Or climatology-related. Over the past week, I have been following the path of Hurricane Sandy quite closely. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I was alarmed and intrigued when I came across this image in one of … Continue reading “Need To Wake” →