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Browse the Archive →A solo trip to the Great Wall on the North Korea border, six strangers hunting for a disco called True Love, and the impulsive travel I should do more of.
Indian Coffee House in Bhilai, from monthly hospital breakfasts with my grandmother to a veg cutlet, French toast and two black coffees this morning for ₹350.
The food trucks at Civic Center, Bhilai, where birthdays, first salaries and New Year parties ran on pooled money, chicken chilli and tandoori roti, and where I still eat whenever I'm back.
Orange County is the happiest sad song Gorillaz have made, with a Damon Albarn vocal that sounds like it's coming from another room.
Six years of the same Maharashtrian thali at Shabri on Ganesh Chaturthi, and the year they capped the modak at one.
Taal, A.R. Rahman and a white Ambassador in Hyderabad in the winter of 1999. The last cassette I remember, and it wasn't even ours.
A forced holiday turned into 160 kilometres through Saswad and Panvadi Ghat on the Royal Enfield Interceptor 650, and an answer to a question I'd been asking for years.
