Growing up in Trivandrum and visiting Kolkata once a year, I'd romanticized the city for as long as I can remember. Every summer, we made a month-long trip to Kolkata. Kolkata, the city of joy. Kolkata, the city in which my parents grew up and fell in love. Kolkata, the city which held my loved... Continue Reading →
Old Delhi is not to be seen; it is to be experienced. It is the rarest, most charming experience the city can offer; the swanky malls of New Delhi are replaced by quaint little shops housed in the ground floor of old brick-bare houses, and big luxury cars make way for hand-pulled rickshaws – it’s the closest thing to time-travel you’ll ever witness.