Athirapally Falls
byIn India, waterfalls are seldom allowed to rumble along without at least one Bollywood tune in the background.
In India, waterfalls are seldom allowed to rumble along without at least one Bollywood tune in the background.
The everyday sights of a Chennai street can tell you stories – if you have the eye for them.
The rooftop of a house could be a daily haunt, a habit of solitude, a respite from weariness and the route to escape.
In 1790, a reader sent in a poem to Madras Courier, about life, love and empire.
Sometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
The art of leisure is perfected at the Indian Coffee House, where you can sit for hours without having a sip of coffee.
There is something evocative about the jungle river. The Amazon, mightiest of them all, evokes romance and a spiritual awakening
To the inquiring eye, a human face is an abstraction, a compilation of lines, analogies and emotions – tempting, alluring and sweet.
A tree that watched over your home; saw siblings grow from children to adults; perhaps that held the tragedy of outliving all else.
Extinction has been a part of Nature. For each lost species, we weep for their passing and ignore our own.
Sometimes, we know of a person through their memories reminisced through art and things they left behind.
Spending a night out at sea is a magical experience, an opportunity to appreciate the fish below and stars above.
Centuries ago, when Amir Khusrau discovered Sufi mysticism, he could not stay attached to the material world except by verse.
Staring at a colourful blank wall, at times, may make your mind work and awaken dead thoughts. But, none of it matters.
A writer is inspired to verse by watching a Chinese painter weave his magic with brushstrokes of colour and visions of future.