I travelled to Sarahan with my mom in the winter of 2007. A devote and a non-believer we both found our own meaning in this small Himachali hill town. ( Published in Deccan Herald 2010)
Indian weddings are a raucous affair. Much like India itself there is too much colour, too much noise and too much chaos. But in the end there is somehow a semblance of order.
Though monuments fascinate me, I may not have taken the trouble of travelling to some of the monuments of my own. For instance Sanchi Stupa and Udaigiri Caves in central Madhya Pradesh. They are both so far deep in this big Indian state and so far away from the nearest city , airport or railway station that I would have possibly never visited them in my life. Most history buffs don’t bother about Sanchi either unless one is a Buddhist and on a planned Buddhist itinerary around India.
Photos of Delhi. Its monuments, its people, its streets, its bazaars and spaces in between.