Siddhi Bhosale

Top: Sudha Murthy Middle: Shobha Dey Bottom: Kiran Desai Mornings in train start not when the sun rises but when the tea sellers ring the alarm of ‘chai garam chai’ and that is when you know it’s morning. But I was on the lower berth, and one has to keep lying until the person on the middle berth wakes up and takes it down to sit comfortably. But the girl talked with her mother late into the night and then fought with the bald uncle, too, so she was definitely not going to wake up early. I got freshened up, the train had stopped at Vadodara station, and I was reminded of my time here when I was in class 6th and Kamal Aaji had hosted us ( Gujrat blog ). The air was cold, and a shiver passed through me. I came inside. The bald uncle was sitting crouched because his son was also not up. Then I had a chai, the railway tea, which is more on the sweeter side, it is almost like a basundi chai. I had the morning tea while reading ‘Dollar Bahu’ by Sudha Murthy (Little did I know I was actually...

  After watching the movie "Yeh Jawani hai Deewani" (YJHD), Udaipur made it to my bucket list. Since then, watching a sunset at a lake in Udaipur had been my top priority. But I had less than 48 hours in the city of lakes or the Venice of East as it is known and so many places to be ticked off from my wishlist. When I reached it was well past sunset and I thought that I missed one out of the two sunset that I could have witnessed. But then after a little bit of rest, one of our enthusiastic cousins pepped us to go for a stroll along the Fateh Sagar Lake, which was just in front of our hotel and then we all wrapped ourselves in sweaters and monkey caps as it was freezing cold outside and headed out. We were all walking in a straight line one behind the other as one side there was this speedy noisy heavy traffic flow and on the other side was the lake flowing at its own slow pace as if representing the parallel of fast moving time and the slow pace of life. Well I was sad that ...