It involves Jaisalmer’s Desert Cultural Museum, an old man, and a very uncomfortable hug.
The sad tale of Dr O. Yupi;
or, How travelling alone can make you a bit crazy.
A family friend died, and I wrote about him so that he is not forgotten.
Last week, I wrote about the camels of the Pushkar ka mela; this week is the turn of the Hindu festival, which occurred at the same time. As a non-Hindu, it’s difficult for me to describe what a Hindu festival is like: I can only say what I saw and felt, rather than what things actually… Continue reading Brahma Festival: Alone In A Hubbub Of Hinduism
Looking down a camel’s throat is not an experience I recommend. It’s green and brown. Its breath is hideous. And its rippling bellows of annoyance are deafening. Each year in Pushkar, central Rajasthan, thousands of nomads trade hundreds of thousands of camels at the world’s biggest livestock market. And as I learnt, when you’re in… Continue reading The Pushkar Camel Fair 2013, pt. 1
I’m talking about the Taj like it was my best experience of Agra, but that’s a lie.
Each night they are put to bed together so that their carnal union will keep the universe in balance, but not before Meenakshi’s nose ring is removed for her husband’s safety. A girl must make sacrifices for her man.