Dog Blogs Travel Trips

One morning in cold cold Delhi I woke up and felt like I'd just hit a massive  block in my life.Bangla ma’am had a great way of expressing that feeling. Only, she used it to describe her frustration with my pathetic spellings – she called it “hotasha”. Complete and overwhelming despair! And she spent hours painstakingly going over the difference between all the random bangla “sho”s. And I spent hours painstakingly researching organisations which would take as far away from Delhi as possible. And before I knew it - I was hugging Jess in Goa . Yes, yes, I work in Goa . Yes, yes, the Goa . Yes, yes and yes - land of sun sand and sea. And clear skies. And navy nights. And stars carelessly scattered around. And the fireflies with their lit up bums, flitting around and lighting my way when I’m gingerly stepping over the broken stairway to my office at night. And that oh-so-fat moon and bathes the backyard with a strange silver glow. There’s Baga the bitch who quivers with pleasure whe

I am standing on the brink of a new day and I sense this strange excitement curling around my guts, gripping tighter and tighter as it closes in on my heart. “I Feel Luv.” This love is for this fantastic adventure called life… like they say, life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans!! I had imagined a year or two in Delhi , and before I knew it... I was off on a new adventure. (I am very grateful to the kindness of friends and family who gave me an opportunity to sneak a peek into their lives and be a part of their happiness.) I grew up reading Enid Blyton, and just like George and Julian or the six cousins about to embark on a new hair raising un-put-downable tale, I began to sense a buzz in me. It flared the first time when I was boarding the train to Mumbai a few days ago. I was off to join a challenging new job on the western coast. As the weather grew warmer I felt a familiar tug of memories flooding my head. Finally, Maharashtra ! I’ve had a long love affa