The simplest foods change the mood inside the mind. Bring alive memories. And sometimes make you long to come back for good. The food pipe is the best route on the map of life! ..
Oh. What I not do for Idli vada?
(at Bangalore, India)
roadside
A Sense of Play: The Secret to Joy and Creativity
All you need is a sense of play. A little ease. And suddenly, laughter and joy follow.
Play isn’t just for kids. It’s what makes things work—at work, at home, and everywhere in between. Experiment. Try. Run. Jump. Do something silly.
It works. Every single time.
If you need proof, look at kids. They don’t overthink. They don’t worry about failing. They just play. And in that play, they create, explore, and discover—things, and themselves.
What if we could bring just a little of that into our daily lives? A playful mindset might just be the secret to more joy, less stress, and surprising new ideas.
So today, try it. Play. Not for a result, but for the fun of it. Let the laughter find you.
Kids do it all the time. Why shouldn’t we?
(at Alibaug Beach)
A Giant Bull, Its Mighty Horns, and a Fleeting Moment of Peace
A bunch of flies. That’s all it took to disturb the giant. They buzzed, hovered, and annoyed. The tail swung in swift, practiced arcs. The head shook—first a twitch, then a full-bodied fury, horns slicing the air like exclamation marks of irritation.
And then, as suddenly as it began, stillness.
The bull reclaimed his calm, standing his ground like a seasoned warrior who knows battles are won by patience, not panic. His horns, curved and mighty, framed the world anew—turning the ordinary road into a scene from an old, untold legend.
For a brief moment, everything aligned. The dust hung in the air, the flies retreated, and the great beast stood unchallenged, his silence louder than any movement.
Somewhere, another fly plotted. Somewhere, another swish of the tail would follow.
But for now, peace.
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Would you agree with me when I say that getting to know a place through its food is perhaps the most intimate ways of discovery. Often times, the taste wafts through the air and the colours and arrangement of whats served on the table produce a pot of saliva, before you put the first morsel in your mouth.
But then, have you heard the sound of food? The sounds that go into the making of food? Those sounds make the food real in one way or the other. The dough getting kneaded and moulded. The crackle of the coal beneath the pan. The froth that bubbles. The ice that kicks the walls of the glass. The candle that seems intent on walloping the wicker.
If you travel to the South of India, there is one ubiquitous sound that will greet you, in the dead of the night. Outside bus stands and train stations. Roadside restaurants dishing out a fare that is called ‘Kothu Brota". Maida and oil kneaded together to make “Brota’ as its called. (That it has its origins in Paratha is a different story). Minced away with a vigorous working of triceps, biceps and every conceivable muscle of the hands as the metal spatula clangs against the hot iron pan in a frenzied quest of mincing it to the hilt with notable additions and flavours.
All above the watchful working of the coal beneath it.
It is yum. Of course, it is unhealthy. But most importantly, the clang of iron opens the doors of memory. When those doors open, all hell breaks loose.
The clang of metal and the crackle of coal as it warms the pan, tell quite a story. Listen in.
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