Softly Glow the Butter Lamps

Softly Glow the Butter Lamps

It’s my second morning in Mcleod Ganj, and I am not yet used to not seeing Indians everywhere I turn. It is almost surreal! A wispy sort of late autumn breeze runs over my face and over my shoulders, making me feel stiff but cheerful. I climb down the steps of my...
Stone, Stone Everywhere

Stone, Stone Everywhere

CLINK, clink, clink. The sound of hammer on chisel is everywhere in Mammallapuram. It follows me around as I walk from one street to the other of the tiny coastal town in Tamil Nadu—home to over a 1,000 stone-sculpting shops. Incredible as it may sound, Mammallapuram,...

No End to the Grace

On a breezy day, the sight of the deep blue waters of the Bay of Bengal rushing towards Tiruvanmiyur Beach in southern Chennai is beautiful. They crash into the golden sand producing frothy white foam. The foam sizzles and hisses loudly. It sings a duet with the...