Author: Aditi Das Patnaik Andhra Pradesh tourism organizes a series of heritage walks around the old city of Hyderabad and I happened to catch the...
The narrow lanes of Kumartuli turn muddy with the rains as the ganga-mati mixes with the dust on the streets, the squalor of the place and its small habitats spills onto the street. And in their midst, rises mighty sculptures of the goddess Shakti.
In Junagadh, there is a sense of time slowing down. Here, the folklores live on, well beyond the lips of the tourist guides. The name ‘Junagadh’ comes from the words ‘juna’ and ‘gadh’ and all that is old about Junagadh greets you, somehow undermining all efforts of modernization. A visitor is tempted to live off the history that every turn in every street offers in this small town in south western Gujarat.
Travel constantly creates opportunities to meet new people: while on the move, at restaurants and even generally while engaged in common activities such as trekking. This is more incidental than by design. Travelling with a purpose of meeting fellow travellers and more importantly the native residents of a country and getting to know their lives, has emerged as an exciting prospect.
I must admit that the desire to head to the Sundarbans arose several years ago, while reading the first chapter of Amitav Ghosh's "The Hungry Tide". However, the actual trip materialized much later coinciding with my need to escape the urban extravagance of celebration synonymous with every new year.