"Every house has a story, a character, a memory and a soul." Of dreamy windows and gardens As I sit down to write on this topic, I feel overwhelmed with ideas, memories and experiences, and I don't know where or how to start... How to order my ideas, sequence my stories and imbue coherence in my writing at the same time. Maybe this time I shouldn't do that; I shouldn't follow a rule, and I should keep writing as they flow and let them make their own spaces as they wish... A h

Notes, laptop & tea "The things I couldn't write" For almost eight months, I couldn't write anything...Anything means nothing---- absolutely nothing. The journey from the pen to the paper, from my hands to the keyboard, seemed endless, as if the road was lost, or maybe I lost it. I had no idea how or where to go -- stuck in the middle of nowhere. My hands ached, my head throbbed as though an invisible hand were tightening its grip around my skull, my feet felt heavy and tired

"The echoes of the lost history, the enigma of magnificent fortresses, rises against the amber-washed sky; the hush of the unheard footsteps, guards the secret tales, kept close by..." View of the city from Hawa Mahal, Jaipur In October, when autumn had just set in, when the leaves had found their way to rebirth, I visited Jaipur and had the pleasure of exploring its rich culture, vibrant food scene, royal architecture, and timeless history. During my Jaipur trip, I had the c

The art of letting go: Letting go of what we treasured, of what we once believed would always belong to us.

Dilli Haat "that small woolen doll, happy sitting with the knick-knacks, those earthen wares and trinkets, kashmiri shawls, phulkari, and...