Goreme - Cappadocia Region With the scant knowledge that I have of Turkish literature, I don't think there exists a collection of fantasy fiction based in Cappadocia. In fact, I find it unbelievable that there could exist none. There is so much unimaginable beauty in this place carefully laced in history that it would take... Continue Reading →
#4: On Listening
Nevsehir, Cappadocia Region While most of Istanbul is an extremely modern and evolved city, the ruins, so to speak, are there for you to pick out yourself. I was told that since there is so much concrete in this city, thanks to the development, the locals have rallied for conscious greenery. Therefore, all over Istanbul... Continue Reading →
#3: Listlessness. And not.
Ulus, Ankara All those hours in Bombay traffic give rise to a feeling that one is going somewhere and that, subconsciously, you're a part of a large crowd that is purposeful. That your purpose and destination is greater than the next guy in the traffic is a matter of entitlement that comes when you're persisting... Continue Reading →
#2: The Weeping Column
Istanbul, Turkey They say that happiness doubles when you share it. But as I sat there, chewing on roasted chestnuts - the ubiquitous roadside snack - the Blue Mosque and the Hagia Sophia on either side of me, all the people I loved were out of reach. I had no phone, no Wi fi and... Continue Reading →
#1: Imagination
Disclaimer: Once again, this is not going to be a travelogue where I will give an account of what I did and where I went. I detest such travelogues. Also, since the duration of my vacation was a little long, I don't know if there will be one post for a day. For now, this.... Continue Reading →
Long Overdue Notes
I seem to have forgotten how to blog from the phone. I would have preferred a laptop to make a mention on this blog. However, that's not happening anytime soon. I'm back in Istanbul after spending a good 8 days in Central and Western Turkey. My plan now is to walk around this city, take... Continue Reading →
Notes to Self
I don't know what merit there is in believing that history will not be repeated with you. Where does the heart get that kind of brazen hope? Hope, which tells you that what's been proven to happen with someone else cannot happen with you? There's a word for that - foolhardy. But who's to tame... Continue Reading →
Day 97: Em and the Big Hoom
Just how true is this!
Transgression
In an ideal world, I would have moved cities, bought myself a small apartment and a cane basket to lower down the window, should I need groceries or fresh bread. I would take apart all connections, only to make my old parents that one phone call every first of the moon, to say that I... Continue Reading →
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