Chitwan And The Tharu Dance Show

Like a monkey I sprang from one room to another. I was trying to decide whether I should take up a room in the building or one of the garden huts. I settled with the garden hut.


Garden Area of Eden Jungle Resort

The location of our resort in Chitwan, Nepal was excellent. Chitwan forest surrounded the entire locality, the Sauraha village- home of the Tharu people and the Rapti riverbank both were within walking distance from the resort. I was casually walking about in the resort complex when suddenly my peripheral vision caught sight of something huge. I turned to my left and for a split second considered running away! An elephant was roaming around a shed adjacent to the resort compound. Continue reading

The Chaotic India-Nepal Border Crossing On A Horse Drawn Cart

The loudspeaker blared in Howrah Station as I sat in the Mithila Express along with my parents and a huge group filled with strangers. We were supposed to be reaching Raxaul station early morning next day.

Travelling in Indian trains is an experience in itself, more so when you choose sleeper class. These come at dirt cheap price and guarantee a sneak peek into the true life of Indians.

The cold night in the train was soon over and I opened my eyes to find the dawn light already flowing in through the glass windows; Raxaul station was less than 5 minutes away. I had to choose between properly boarding down from the train and brushing my teeth. I obviously chose the former.

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Sonajhuri- Part 3: When I Had The Entire Place To Myself

The crowd which had gathered for the ‘ShanibarerHaat’ had completely vanished the next day, i.e, a Sunday. My last night in Sonajhuri was already a history and currently I was spending the ‘last day’. I always tend to suffer from incredible bouts of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out).

The previous night before falling asleep I had promised to myself that next day I would wake up early in the morning at 6AM and go for a long walk to the nearby village and meet the villagers. The medicines I took to cure my painful shingles definitely worked against my plan. At 8 AM I found myself sleepily shouting at someone for creating ‘sound pollution’ and waking me up. Continue reading

Sonajhuri-Part 2 : The Musical ‘Bauls’ And The Weekly Fair

The train reached Bolpur station in West Bengal, India just in time for breakfast. The weather was comfortably cold. The entire gang pounced on the first tea seller we came across. As for me – nothing wrong with tea – just that I feel irritated holding anything hot in my hand. Tea is generally served in minuscule cups in the roadside shacks of India. I am constantly weary the liquid may just spill over and burn my hands. Well then again, I am also one of those who feel scared of putting a switch on or off. In my mind I have gotten electrocuted a million times.

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