Love distant lands, beaches, waves, wine, fragrant food, dancing, colour, languages and experiences. And now writing about it all….
Rube He could see the disdain in people's eyes. 'You rube' was what he saw reflected in their body language as they turned away, blocking him with a broad back. It was true he was from the country but country-bumpkin he was not. His shoes had been stolen whilst he slept, as had his few … Continue reading Rube
Serene Some gentle strains of music could be heard from a window above. It was appealing to step out of the Delhi hubbub and explore. The staircase wound around and led to a silhouetted wine bar. A group of lads sat sharing beers and banter. A couple sat in one corner quietly chatting, perhaps stolen moments together. … Continue reading Serene
Pedestrian Two young sadhus chatted cheerfully, as they took a chance to let their feet rest out of their sandals, at a railway station. A young man, on first glance well-dressed, lay in a deep sleep by a busy roadside. It was his cracked and coated feet that told of a long, sobering hardship. … Continue reading Pedestrian street life
Structure I was in India early last year, visiting family and on the last day of the trip, we made a trip to Old Delhi and Chandni Chowk. We took a rickshaw that weaved its way through the impossibly narrow alleyways, miraculously avoiding contact with the busy heaving crowds. We whizzed past a myriad open … Continue reading Old Delhi Flats and Cables: Structure
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