Food Street of The Steel City

Every evening, after the sun sets in the steel city, the sky lights up. The orange glow can be attributed partially to the burning metal at the steel plant, and partially, to the illuminated carts of the food street in the heart of the town. Tatanagar was founded a little over 100 years ago when Jamshedji Tata decided to set up a steel plant here. … Continue reading Food Street of The Steel City

A Warm Summer Day and A Cone of Vanilla Ice Cream

A warm, sultry day, two tired people, a parched throat, and a rumbling tummy. No, this is not the title of my next film, but the condition I am in now. In the middle of the Dutch capital, at the peak of the tourist season, on a Friday. While planning my trip to Amsterdam, it had been really hard for me to find a hotel … Continue reading A Warm Summer Day and A Cone of Vanilla Ice Cream

Stranded In A Food Haven

What do you do when you find yourself stuck at a railway station with a first class ticket but no train? You eat. Well that’s what I did. I am supposed to be on my way to Shantiniketan this morning but my train has been diverted and I have had to get off barely forty minutes after starting from Calcutta. Presently in a tiny station … Continue reading Stranded In A Food Haven

In Tagore’s Backyard, Learning a Thing or Two

“Jodi tor daak sune keu na aashey, tobe ekla cholo re…” the words from Rabindranath Tagore’s famous song rang in my ears as I walked along the dusty path early in the morning. It may be a coincidence that I was walking in Tagore’s own backyard. The sole purpose of my visit to Bolpur, or Santiniketan, in any case was solitude. I had heard and … Continue reading In Tagore’s Backyard, Learning a Thing or Two

Why I Travel Alone And Will Continue To Do So

I have been travelling for as long as I can remember. As a little girl, I travelled with my parents all around the country–from the snow-covered passes of Himachal, where we went with my four-month-old brother, to the oceans of Kanyakumari, where we travelled, a few years later, with grandparents and cousins in tow–we travelled more than anyone around us, and to the places no … Continue reading Why I Travel Alone And Will Continue To Do So

Feast Across Two States

Like most people of my generation train travel occupies a special place in my heart, especially the food. From the homemade poori-aloo-pickle packed neatly in steel tiffin boxes, to pantry made not-so-hot meals served in foil casings, to the piping hot samosas and cutlets that arrived fresh at every station – it was the food that made the sleeper class, cross-country train rides of the … Continue reading Feast Across Two States