Year: 2017

To be back in India Back to Hindglish – the gist is key.Saw my first stray at the airport and my heart missed a beat.White small cars abound and scurry like ants across the lanes.Most straddle two, others squeeze into one.“Rush hour”is a euphemism and a Porsche I saw is destined never to thrive.Throat clearing…

Forget the Louis Vuitton and the Prada. I have discovered a whole new angle to Changi Airport in Singapore which is so much more preferable then window shopping for items on display I would not be caught dead with.I am all for diversity in this world, and there is still a market for them, but…

Happy New Year Everyone – we left the Uk which despite its state of limbo – ness was remarkably welcoming and peculiarly unseasonal. There were however what I would call some cold snaps, when the frost lies on the ground, the ice forms on the ponds and the grass is spiky and crackly. There is…