Memory is unpredictable . One never really knows what we will remember and what we will forget. Which is why nostalgia arrives in unpredictable waves, highlighting something and skimming over others. Recently, I have found myself thinking of how memory works, as I was assailed by nostalgia over a trip to Varanasi, a city I prefer to think of, as Kashi. The nostalgia hit right as we landed at Varanasi airport. The last time I was here, it was 1988, I was 13 years old, the airport was brand new… regular flights hadn’t started yet (I think) … flights landed about once a week, and for the rest of the time, everything was open to those of us who lived in the airport quarters nearby. There were fields everywhere, vast expanses of green… I have vague memories of corn and sugarcane… and being overwhelmed by the vastness of the fields (this was the first time I was in such close proximity to them), and the warm hospitality of complete strangers who lived and worked amidst these fields. I h...
He was the star attraction at the Jaipur House, Mount Abu.
From the minute Samhith laid eyes on him (or her), he was captivated. We stayed at the hotel for 3 days, and every morning, afternoon, evening and night we spent there, Samhith just HAD to go to the garden to check if he was eating/sleeping/just sitting there, or maybe hiding from all the attention he was getting!
The Star tortoise was definitely the star of the hotel!
From the minute Samhith laid eyes on him (or her), he was captivated. We stayed at the hotel for 3 days, and every morning, afternoon, evening and night we spent there, Samhith just HAD to go to the garden to check if he was eating/sleeping/just sitting there, or maybe hiding from all the attention he was getting!
The Star tortoise was definitely the star of the hotel!


Hi! Those are great shots and it seems like the trip was quite an adventure.
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