The idea behind this blog is share experiences of travelling in India. Growing up in India, my parents would head for the hills, the sea or some place of historical/cultural significance during school holidays. The great snow capped mountains of the Himalays in Garhwal or Kumaon. The Taj on a moonlit evening.The forests of Simlipal and Palamau. The amazing beaches at Puri. All of these and more we saw. But the full extent of the amazing beauty, stunning landscapes and the glorious heritage of architecture was not clearly revealed till I landed in foreign shores some 5 years back.
I love travelling. As I travelled through holiday resorts in Europe, travelled to souther France and travelled on business to assorted places in the middle-east, to Fiji and Southern Africa, images of India from my childhood memories kept flashing in the inner mind. The smell of freshly baked tandoori rotis on dhabas by GT Road. The spectacular colours and sights at the ghats of benares. The hypnotic singing of local villagers in the Shiva temple outside the main complex in Khajuraho.Palm fringed pictures of sea beaches in Goa. These wonderful memories keep pulling me back to India. A country so wondrous so varied so full of surprises, that there are no parallels to what you can experience there.
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