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Say cheese
Read more: Say cheeseIt had almost become my morning ritual. I would walk up the stairs at Daragaon village retreat to see if the Kanchenjunga—the world’s third-highest peak—had dropped its misty cloak. Seeing the clouds intact, I would trundle down past the cow shed with a heavy heart and inevitably meet someone from the house bringing up tea.…
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Wrapped in green
Read more: Wrapped in greenIt was the only choice. He didn’t have Pulimunchi. The Mangalorean fish curry had felt like home stranded in Pondicherry during the 2015 downpour. Infused with red chillies and tamarind, the curry was at once a reminder of the fiery red ones back home in coastal Maharashtra yet devoid of the overpowering taste of coconut one…
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Microcosm
Read more: MicrocosmThe ghats are where the action is. Walk alongside and you will find kids playing cricket on each stretch. In the evenings, a premier league, replete with commentators, and a crowd you have to zip past to avoid being hit. Afternoons are about cards with tea. Also, to repair the boats that will be pushed…
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For the love of postcards
Read more: For the love of postcardsI don’t recollect when I started collecting them, just that they are piling over, spilling out of files now. Not that I’m complaining. Over the course of my travels, it just became a habit of sorts to hunt for postcards. Not the simple photographs you get from street sellers, but illustrations and quirky ones. Like these…
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Getting the Olive Ridleys home
Read more: Getting the Olive Ridleys homeUnder the starlit sky and crescent moon, we headed out to prepare for the human visitors. The stumps and rope were brought out and an enclosure made for the safe passage of the tiny creatures. We were in Velas, a small village in Ratnagiri, which accounts for about 40% of the population of Olive Ridley…
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A Thousand Mornings 