That other town, Where balloon is the North Star, Butterflies are the path.
The last one, Before the next one, Pausing action.
The outer-world ends, And the Inner journey begins, At this boundary.
A Temple or portal, A temple in this world, Passage to another.
A fishing village, Became a Metropolis, And forgot it boats.
The Mumbai spirit, Forged by a game of cricket, Before rains test it.
Founding story of Käshi or Varanasi According to a myth, Parvati parents, Himalaya and Mena, begin to badger Shiva to…
It is human craft, That infuses seaworthiness, Into the craft.
Old and rickety, Battle hardened or weary. But feeds the family.
Away from the headlines or limelight, the millions of small entrepreneurs who power the real India, one little community at a…
Many Indias - Varanasi to Mumbai... The spiritual hub, to the financial hub of the country.