On a cold, not-so-stormy night in the small town of Bruges, Belgium, my companion and I gallivanted on the rugged, cobbled streets, adamantly attempting to avoid any Christmas markets.
Now, I feel obliged to provide context for the situational abhorrence of these festive, fleeting spaces – Vinayak and I were travelling around Western Europe during…
Its skin didn’t feel the way I’d expected. It was prickly to the touch and rough, like cactus spears against my outstretched palm. I withdrew it swiftly as the giant haunch buckled, and the majestic mass began to lower itself into the muddied waters lapping at my thighs.
Men’s voices, cropped and commanding, rose above…
“Excuse me! Sir! What station is this?” the traveller yelled from the half-open carriage window.
“Jaffna!” the stationmaster yelled back in a thick accent. “If you want to get off, must go now.”
“When will the train get to Thandikulam?”
“Thandikulam? Thandikulam has passed madam!”
“Then where does this train line end?”
“Kankesanturai.”
The man’s…
Travelling in a large group of people can often lead to some awkward ice-breaker questions.
“What do you do for a living?” “Have any pets?” “What do you miss about home?”
For the most part, people are going to miss their family, friends and pets. While I do hold those things dear, what my heart…