Khan Khalil was a frequent companion in Udaipur. We hung out in chai shops. He showed me the countryside: me in the back of his tuk-tuk when road quality and gentleness of incline allowed, riding pillion on his Honda Hero … Read More »
By the lane leading sharply up to Bundi’s Taragarh Fort, a large mesh basket houses a dozen or so rough sticks. I know why they are there. I know too that the man who cut them charges a few rupees … Read More »
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The Little Prince Restaurant sits on a terrace overlooking the Ahar River as it enters Lake Picholo from the east. Here I sit, just hours after arriving in Udaipur at dawn on the 23:00 night bus from Jaipur. The two cities are … Read More »
I stop outside a jeweller’s to fit my wide angled lens. Out pops a dapper dude in his fifties. He sports stylishly coiffeured grey locks, pressed white shirt open at the neck. His silk tie – greys on white diagonals … Read More »
Tara: If you are not properly attired, you will not exhilarate my husband. Maya: Exhilaration is my department. Jaipur’s Indian Coffee House lies two hundred metres west of Ajmeri Gate on M.I. Road. As with Kashmir but with less disastrous … Read More »
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What good am I, if I know and don’t do? If I see and don’t say, if I look right through you. If I freeze in the moment, like the rest who don’t try. What good? Am I? Bob … Read More »
“Slowly, sir! Walk slowly!” He’s in his prime, well built with upright bearing: neatly trimmed beard still black; polished tan shoes and pressed shirt arcing over a respectable paunch to suggest a man of substance. A man to heed on such matters. He’s right of … Read More »
[ezcol_1half] In the face of fierce competition, and only slightly aided by Charis playing on a team coached by the dad of one of her best pals, I won the prized role of Team Photographer for Sheffield Swans Girls’ Rugby … Read More »