She has beauty and charisma. She is vibrant and has an undying spirit. Every breath – a rhythm, she is bustling with energy and a fire in her belly. They call her Mumbai – I have known her as Bombay – a city with a soul.
A mere look at this picture from a visit to the beloved Himalayan mountains many moons ago, fills my soul with unexplainable peace & innumerable joyful memories, even today.
An incessant talker Amma, stops by my room, every morning – next to which is her garden. Even at over 80years, she is very active and I see her working in the kitchen, which is opposite to my room, or in her garden which is what I see outside the window of this tiny room that her son and daughter-in-law have rented out to me. Beyond her gardens, the view opens up into a panorama of lush mountains enveloped in mist.
As you drive past the ghost town of Dhanushkodi, at the extreme tip of the island of Rameshwaram in south India, you arrive at the pristine beach of Arichal Munai.
This tranquil road in North Sikkim leads to Gurudongmar Lake – one of the highest lakes in the world. Sikkim is very special to me for one too many reasons.