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Not on the same road
Read more: Not on the same roadThere was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as in ever on the road The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at…
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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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That earthy feeling
Read more: That earthy feelingThe one you have when you are walking on dusty roads, past overgrown trees and crumbling old houses. The one you have daydreaming as you wait for the water the boil so you can take a bath. The one you have when you prefer the simple dal-rice combo, cooked by the maid on the wood-fired stove.…
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A Thousand Mornings 