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Dec 27, 2015


We watched from our car windows as the clouds made shapes, and soon reached what was a French settlement in India, Puducherry (Pondicherry or Pondy, with love).

Our choice of stay was Neemrana’s La Maison Tamoule. An idyllic establishment bathing in antiquity - welcoming duplex rooms of typical 19th century architecture, wooden walls, patterns on red mud floors, an open courtyard, a tall patio, and an instant sense of coziness. 




First, we got lunch at La Villa Shanti located amidst former colonial French homes, the luxury of the sea breeze and the indulgent, fresh home-style food, well...c’est la vieWandering off into the charming French quarter was a delight all for the angelic churches, neatly arranged mustard coloured bungalows, irregular curio shops, and them lively bars. 

We then quickly pinpointed a sea-facing restaurant and sat ourselves snugly in the pretty picture it painted. 


You know what's beautiful about this part of the city? The Promenade. It is completely traffic-free, after hours, over the weekend. While walking along this beach road in utmost composure, we also found some good company in the streeties. 


Our hearts always yearn for a sight of the approach and retreat of waves, and on this occasion, heavens, did we have our fill!



At daybreak, we lounged awhile (blame it on the large breakfast) before actually venturing out. 

Stop number one was the Aurobindo Handmade Paper Factory where we encountered a world of handcrafted goods and spent a few moments secretly nurturing our relationship with stationery! 

It was also suggested we visit The Mother's Ashram, a realm of seclusion, of spirituality, of meditation, of inner peace. 

No trip to Pondicherry is complete without a customary visit to Auroville. So, we headed towards this township, stopped at a cute coffee house, Boulangerie (incidentally serving divine breads), and worked our way up to the Matrimandir. 


What we witnessed was a magnificent, golden, dome-shaped structure, in a bucolic setting, a touch of sunlight reflecting off its surface. 


As entry to the inside is restricted, and as the drizzle turned into a tearing rain, we trudged to the exit with fresh, raisin muffins in hand. 

We departed from here feeling the feeling of "Wherever you go becomes part of you somehow."

Photo Credits: Akshar

Dec 15, 2015

It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go.
– Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
I was blindfolded while he executed the plan.

The journey to Coimbatore and then the two hour road trip towards a town called Pollachi, located near the Tamil Nadu-Kerala border, was all collywobbles.

On our anniversary weekend, we arrived at the foothills of the Anaimalai Hills, lodged in the biodiverse Western Ghats, and witnessed a lush, exclusive property – Great Mount Resorts’ Coco Lagoon.


For one who is slightly averse to planning, the ‘surpriser’ sure did a good job!

On checking into a more than adequate room - with a view of a coconut grove dotting gleaming waters, adjacent to an Ayurvedic spa - the vacationers in us wouldn’t budge from our seats in the balcony.



Hours later, we found ourselves in loungers by the pool, reading classic love stories (don't mind the cheese!).

The sky began to cast a deep shade in the sky as we popped our first bottle of Pinot Noir for the evening.


We drank to an eternity of togetherness.


Following an elaborate breakfast the next morning, we decided to head up the hills blessed with a wealth of Asian elephants in the midst of its luxuriant foliage.


We were also fortunate to see a muster of peacocks fanning their feathers, a plethora of birds darting from tree to tree.


When it was time to return the way we came, and back home to Chennai, our hearts almost wouldn’t let us.

Oct 29, 2015

“The world is full of magic things patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

Sitting amid a skyful of stars (thank you, SriLankan Airlines), Ceylon tea in hand, we noticed a matutinal glow painted across the sky. This was unmistakably a good sign.


Thereafter, we landed in Colombo and drove 4 hours straight, in the warm sunlight, to Anuradhapura situated in the North Central Province of the island. The scenic countryside was a breath of fresh air, an aura of pleasantness radiating everywhere.

On checking into our hotel, Palm Garden Village, we experienced a cosmic sort of love. At first sight!


Acres of forest land, the property lined with mango orchards, lustrous blades of grass, winding pathways, birds darting from tree to tree, and among this bountiful serenity stood our cottage, garden patio and all.

Anuradhapura also the Sacred City of Sri Lanka truly enchants.

A religious magnet to visitors, we explored the Mirisawetiya vihāra built post-war, guarding the relics of Lord Buddha. After several attempts at reconstruction, it still stands in the blaze of the sun, telling its story.


This was followed, in close vicinity, by the Ruwanwelisaya stupa. We engaged with some locals about the nuances of this architectural wonder. As history would have it, another pagoda, the Thuparamaya, believed to be the first ever monument in the country, also playing a part in its formation, was the highlight of our cultural learning.


Marvels, from as ancient as the BC, that remained undiminished by the fragments of time.

From here, we jaunted around a bit more, witnessing the Mahabodhi Tree at the Maha Pirivena, a resting place for monks on pilgrimage. We were especially awed by the Buddhist temple of Isurumuniya vihāra further beautified by the Tisawewa (a pond), its carvings admirable, the panorama from its summit stunning.

As flaneurs, in the pallid light of near-dusk, we also visited the Abhayagiri dagoba. A bell shaped stupa, a fortress with symphonic intensity.


Back in our suite, a traditional dinner was served – coconut sambal and pol roti, pickled radishes, a snake gourd and mallum salad, winged beans, dhal and fish curries, amba maluwa and a bed of red rice, accompanied by pints of Lion beer.


After a hard day, the inexplicable joy this Sinhalese meal brought knew no bounds!

At dawn, we headed off, to a more central part of the country, Dambulla. First, our check in at Aliya Resort and Spa deserves some attention – a hotel overlooking an infinity pool overlooking Sigiriya Rock in the distance, and luxury tents in the midst of the melodious sounds of nature.


Literally, a phantasm in the wilderness. Favourite hotel? This one’s definitely on the list!

We worked on our suntans, in the gentle afternoon by languid waters, and got some downtime together, before routing to The Golden Cave Temple.


At the entrance, an enormous meditating Buddha towered over us. The hike up the hill to the caves, in the slight drizzle and occasional swooping gusts of wind, was indeed gratifying.


On reaching the top, we delved into the life of Gautama Buddha depicted by murals on the walls and as statues in different postures.


We chanced upon Mango Mango, a cute café serving inexpensive Ceylonese coffees and teas, and confectionaries – yes, the freshest chocolate cakes! The day ended with an aromatic bubble bath and yet another fantastic Sri Lankan meal.

As the city bathed in splashes of sunlight, the next morning, a trip to the acclaimed Sigiriya, or Lion Rock, was warranted.

A palace built in stone, decorated by frescoes and adorned with water gardens, and the remains of this ancient kingdom rising to a royal 600ft in height.


On climbing to the Rock’s summit, the vastness of the city unrolled ahead while we dwelled in discovering our new emotions.


Stopping for a kurumba or two never did anyone harm – the king of all coconuts!


Next, we proceeded on the hilly road towards Kandy, only taking a break to whiff some fragrances at a spice garden in the Matale district.

Earl’s Regent – our retreat for two nights, with a view of the evergreen shrubbery of tea plantations.


We awoke to a poolside breakfast and set out gallivanting; a touch of summer still hung in the air. We halted at the Royal Peradeniya Botanical Gardens located just behind a river. More than 100 acres of carpets of greenery!


“Gardens are poems
Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets.”


For lunch, we chose the Honeypot Restaurant, and without a moment’s hesitation chose window seats. Lo and behold, the Mahaweli River flowing in all its might!


As fine raindrops fell on this plateau, we ambled up a hillock, took a quick look at a Batik factory and then found the most picturesque spot to stop and stare.


The Temple of the Tooth Relic, where we also learned the story of the moonstone, was most tranquil a shrine.


One of the most revered places in Sri Lanka believed to house the tooth of Lord Buddha looked gilded that evening.


We checked out of our heavenly abode, early, the following day, in the direction of Colombo. Made a stopover at the Mlesna Tea Fortress, enjoyed a cuppa Dambulla strong brew black tea and did not forget to buy at least 10 other varieties (we’re certified tea addicts!).


The capital was fiery on our arrival only to be soothed by more pekoe at the Dilmah T Lounge; we ended this journey with a walk at the Galle Hotel Greens and dinner in the Dutch Hospital area. 

With this, we knew that our dalliance with this island-nation is probably going to last a long time coming.


Sep 5, 2015

“Some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are worth writing about.” – Charles Bukowski

Day 1: Vibrant Clarke Quay

On a young summer evening in July, we alighted in the city-state of Singapore and checked into a room 14sq. metres (just!) in size, at the Porcelain Hotel, Chinatown.


Tip: clean, cozy rooms suitable for travellers.

We strutted through this cosmopolitan’s centre, a few blocks away from the hotel, to an area popularly known as Clarke Quay.


It was all razzle dazzle! Street performers near restaurants lining the avenue, risk-taking bungee jumpers, scenic ferry cruises, multicuisine riverfront dining, a procession of energetic club-goers, and in all, by the looks of it, a typical Friday night.

All we did was settle into a cafe and watch this extravagant display.

Day 2: Touring Sentosa Island

‘fore noon our backpacks were ready and we steered in the direction of Sentosa, the island-resort that was oh, so full of surprises! We were also almost in time for SG50, the golden jubilee celebration of Singapore’s independence.


We gamboled in the reflection of the afternoon sun to places of our interest - the S.E.A Aquarium displaying more than a hundred varieties of aquatic life, entertaining Luge and Sky rides, the thrilling parajumping arena and a feisty game of Combat-Skirmish in Fort Siloso.


Special mention to the spectacular exhibition of Wings of Time. The dazzling fireworks and the synchronization of lights and sounds sure left us electrified.


Day 3: Idolizing the Arsenal FC, National Stadium

Trouvaille: a lucky find.

We were indeed fortunate in spotting the breakfast eatery, Nanyang Old Coffee House. They served us heaven on a plate (and cup!) – ciabatta with the freshest strawberry jam and marmalade, Kaya buttered toasts, a dose of Mee Siam and the local, traditional Kopi and Teh - coffee and tea


Then, it so happened that we couldn’t pass up a sudden but therapeutic session of street shopping in Bugis. Of course!

What do you get when you say Arsenal? Us!

Our love for this - the greatest - football club has transcended time and space, and which, evidently, took us 3000 odd miles to watch them play.


We bestowed the indoor National Stadium full credibility for being so awesome that evening.


Later, we had a meal at a resto-takeaway point called My Grandma’s Place, a few blocks away from the Singapore River.

Day 4: Strolling in Marina Bay Sands

On our final day in this felicitous city, we did a brunch with friends by visiting them at Singapore’s Tiong Bahru district, an eclectic downtown area.

We soon said our goodbyes and headed off to the most superlative part of town, Bayfront Ave. Marina Bay Sands: whatever we say of this state-of-the-art construction would be too little.




The rooftop added yet another dimension to this fantastic hotel-casino-mall. We ambled as if in a cockaigne, getting a glimpse of the Singapore flyer.


While exploring the vagaries of Singapore, most instances left us numinous; a reverie almost unbreakable till date.


Aug 20, 2015



So, here’s our story.

India → Singapore → Ngurah Rai International Airport Denpasar

Eight of us - we were travelling with friends - arrived at the Indonesian archipelago heaving sighs of relief (earlier, there was a drifting volcanic ash cloud from Mt. Ruang that disallowed flights from landing in Bali).


Our foremost visit was, naturally, for coffee; a spice garden producing the most expensive, exotic coffee beans of Kopi Luwak, also called civet coffee. Oh well, we tried it anyway!


Next stop and our home for a few days: Villa D’Carik, Sayan, Ubud

Built in Balinese style architecture, this property almost assumed seventh heaven - a lilt in the air, rooms of wooden walls, bathtubs fit for royalty, and an idyllic infinity pool overlooking the rice fields of Bali.


Peace was present then and there.


Bali, referred to as Vali in some languages, means ‘ceremonies’, and luckily enough, we were in the midst of Galungan Day celebrations - a time of the year when Hindu homes and temples are adorned with their aesthetically decorated, signature penjor.

On Sunday morning, we were chauffeured by our guide to witness the cornucopia of temples that Ubud hosts, the untempered summer sky for cover.

First, Pura Tirta Empul or Holy Spring Water Temple, an hour’s drive away, located in the largely populated town of Gianyar. A sight indelible, this sanctuary, is where the Balinese people immerse and purify themselves in the blessed water.


The temple is divided, by ornamented doorways, into three regions symbolic of hell, Earth and heaven. Here, we were told tales of spiritual beings, religious customs and ancestral rituals, and it fascinated us infinitely.


“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the Earth.”

Then, Gunung Kawi. A 11th century wonder, carved into solid rock. Amazingly, the construction isn’t a temple but a monument revered by both the Hindus and Buddhists.


This magical place was discovered beside a river, in the valley, beyond the rice terraces.


We had a gastronomic experience with Indonesian food. Our favourite restaurant being Ibu Rai in the heart of Ubud, serving authentic Vietnamese rolls, tempeh skewers on a bed of Nasi Goreng, Cap Cay overflowing with tofu, curry-like Kare a la Bali, Nasi Campung spiced with Sambal Oelek, and of course, Bintang to wash it all down!


We serenaded through the Ubud Art Market and the palace of Puri Saren before ending our evening with a quiet swim, poolside dinner and moon-watching. Nyctophilic, us.

In the early hours of the day 3, we headed towards Indonesia’s most sacred, active volcanic trails i.e. Mt. Batur of Kintamani.


Hiking 7.5 km on a moderately challenging terrain, to watch the honeyed sun ascend, was no easy feat but the breathtaking vistas of the fields yonder, archaic lava engraved into the crags and the loose rocks with black ash, made for a surreal affair.


The summit was most magnificent a spectacle (albeit a bit foggy during the actual sunrise). In the distance, you can see the largest caldera lake, Danau.


A satisfying meal of Mie Goreng later, we spent the late evening promenading the property of Pura Ulun Danu Bratan.


In the gleaming waters of Bedugul was poised a resplendent temple complex, its reflection shimmering. The pale peaks of the mountains in the farness, the trimness of the turf and the tranquil setting added a dash more of beauty to the site.


Sama-sama Ubud and halo Seminyak!

What can be said about the boutique suites in Astana Batubelig Luxury Villas that isn’t, it’s one of the best hotels we’ve ever stayed at?! For one, an exclusive plunge pool all to ourselves, a bath of eminence.


Renting bikes in this beach town was a good idea – you instantly feel one with the land.

The west coast of Bali is truly a magical wonderland.

Tanah Lot, north of Kuta, an exotic rock formation which was highlighted against the backdrop of a pavonine sky and the last rays of the sun with its flickering lining of warmth, is a remedy for all indispositions.


Utopia, indeed.

Bali, apparently, mustered the courage in us to try something new, and so we did - scuba diving!

After a short training session with PADI instructors, we found ourselves on the east coast of the island, at Sanur Reef. Nerves rattling, we finally dove into the turbulent seawater.

But underwater, all was calm; among the gently waving weeds in the sandy seabed, and the picturesque coral, were numberless Xmas tree fish, a shoal of surgeonfish (Hi Dory!), an occasional, tinted starfish, schools of parrotfish, and the trumpet fish merging with vertical polyps.

We biked all the way to the Uluwatu temple, that evening. Perched 70m above the waters of the Indian Ocean, this structure in its habitat makes our list of one of the most exceptional sunsets ever witnessed.


It was the tacenda.

You can’t leave Bali without an actual beach visit! We were fortunate to have the Batu Belig Beach just a few steps away from our villa.


The voice of the whispering breeze, the sine curve of the coastline, the heaving of waves and the immense sky with cloud and sun made for a quintessential postcard of sights and sounds.


We asked each of our friends to describe this destination and what they said was, blissful and impeccably serene yet lively and spirited, colourful and magical, a stimulating, exhilarating experience.