“I love your pink dress” said a little girl to my mom as we were walking down the streets of Bainbridge Island. She was referring to my mom’s pink sari. “How do you wear it?” “How big is it?” “What do you call the shirt you wear with this” (she was referring to the blouse) asked the little girl’s mother. Such is the attraction and beauty of the 6 yards draped with elegance. It signifies a paradoxical image of an…
India
Everyone has something to say about him, share their memories about him. So do I. One in many! He has impacted and inspired such many lives. I have my childhood memories of fondly calling him “Tata” (grandfather), save money in my piggy bank to buy his books (the happiness of buying “Wings of Fire” with this money was boundless), collecting every news paper clips which covered him and making a scrap book, and filling the walls of my room with his pictures. As a child,…
My first post in 2015! My new year started off with good amount of travelling as I visited India for Christmas vacation. My husband and I had an unexpected tryst with the glorious past at Belur and Halebidu, Hasan district, Karnataka India, two amazing architectural prodigies of medieval India. This weekend gateway is worth the time and experience! Here we are, sharing our experience! This post is even more special for my husband and I, together worked on this post! The…