Photo Story: Colours of Ayodhya, Uttar Pradesh

Our visit to Ayodhya seemed to get longer by the hour. After an exhausting journey from Prayagraj to Lucknow during the Kumbh Mela, we lost our way in Faizabad town. Ayodhya is a short three-hour or 130-kilometre journey from the Uttar Pradesh capital. We had to add an additional hour and half to travel time…

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In Photos: My Stay at AVANI Kalutara, Sri Lanka

Earlier this year, I escaped the sweltering heat in India by flying to the sublime breeze of Sri Lanka. It was my first time in the island country and found the Western Province an idyllic getaway. Here I immersed in the many forms of and experiences by AVANI Kalutara Resort, which sits quietly at the…

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Photo Story: A Summer Day in Flims, Switzerland

While exploring summer in Switzerland last year, we visited a small town away in Graubünden called Flims. The geography of this town attracts many visitors during summer. Families, hikers, cyclists- all throng here to soak in the summer sun. During our day’s visit to Lake Cauma (or Caumasee), we saw hoards of locals with their picnic baskets…

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Most Instagram-worthy Places in Bali

Bali has to be one of the most photogenic places. Among the stunning Indonesian archipelago, Bali (province) is quite extensive and I was fortunate enough to visit its touristic pockets- Kuta, Ubud, Pura Luhur Uluwatu and  Nusa Penida. My visit was constantly disrupted by seasonal rains, strong winds and grey gloomy clouds, I got sunshine…

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Photo Story: Jageshwar, Uttarakhand

The grand grove of deodar in Jageshwar mirrored my idea of paradise. An undulating turn brought us to the Himalayan valley. Beside the concrete road, I heard a reticent stream trickle. And the ancient deodar trees rose stately from the earth to high skies. I stared at them from a half-opened passenger window of the…

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Photo Story: Could Winter be the Most Beautiful Season?

Many versus in poetry and references in literature had led me to believe that winter is probably the most desolate and monochromatic season. Between Virginia Woolf’s ‘Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night’ and PB Shelley’s ‘If winter comes, can spring be far behind?’ I was convinced that winter was made of sorrow and…

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