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    The Magnet Stories #Azerbaijan

    A few years ago, the trend of refrigerator magnets trickled into our home when a ‘Statue of Liberty’ magnet found space on the fridge surface. Over the years, several magnets from India and abroad have jostled for space on the grey surface. From the front of the fridge, magnets made their way to the visible side and then gradually on the steel wardrobes in our rooms. I’d always wondered about the why of gifting someone a fridge accessory – answers ranged from “it’s the cheapest gift” to “its accessible” or “it shows they thought about us”, depending on the individual. But somewhere it played at the back of my mind…

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    How My Parents Spent 72 Hours in Scotland #Chapter2

    It’s a common enough complaint of a child of any age that his/her parent nags and tends to hover. I shared the same sentiments. But all of that came to a screeching halt – albeit temporarily – when it came to the trip with my parents to Scotland. Because with startling clarity, I realised I’d been hovering. I’d been overly worried. I’d been obscenely protective. And I stand by all of those sentiments. I didn’t want the parents to fall ill on foreign shores! This was rather evident by the number of times I asked my parents “are you okay” when we were heading back to Edinburgh after a day…

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    How My Parents Spent 72 Hours in Scotland #Chapter 1

    When I boarded the airplane to Bristol at the Edinburgh Airport in September 2017, I’d been thinking about the perfect week spent in Scotland, hoping I could visit the country again. Who knew I would be on Scottish soil before hitting the year-long mark! “We must visit Scotland. I want to show your mother around Edinburgh and Glasgow,” my father had said, as we settled in for the long flight to Heathrow, London. This was June 2018 and our destination was my elder sister’s home in Bristol for a much needed family vacation. My father had visited parts of United Kingdom way back in the 1980s. So there was quite…

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    Gabala, a Beauty Spot on the Hills

    For most tourists, Gabala or Qabala is a preferred winter destination considering the plethora of winter sports that can be enjoyed on the slopes of the Greater Caucasus mountain range. In fact, Mount Bazarduzu, the highest peak in the Republic of Azerbaijan is located in this region. But summer in Gabala isn’t too bad, I say! This tiny city was the first stop on our two-day ‘explore the country’ endeavour. We decided to spend a night at Gabala before heading to Shaki and then returning to Baku. Gabala is a roughly 3-hour drive from Baku but when you travelling through a picturesque landscape with a trio of women who kicked off the…

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    Baku, a potpourri of influences #Chapter I

    Hey there. I’m back! Hope you haven’t forgotten me! After all, it’s been a few days since I last posted ‘From The Corner Table’. I know pulling a Houdini is breaking one among the few rules of blogging and I’ve already been at the receiving end of the “you have to be regular” lecture from my parents. My sincere apologies to all of you for the vanishing act. I had my reasons – some good, some bad. But the best of them is that I was travelling! This time it was a week in Azerbaijan. Oh yes! The summer of 2018 is well on the way to strengthening a top position on my personal…

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    Tales from Munnar #2

    Brutal honesty will more often than not set you on a path that is opposing to one taken by others. On this road, you will battle anonymous adversaries, and trolls that will fight you until their last breath, ready to martyr themselves for a notion they think to be right. It could be for a subject as complex as the ‘functionality of the Prime Minister of India’ or as whimsical as ‘Should I enrol in magic school at 30.’ Heavy thoughts for a Monday morning, right? Thoughts like these have been flitting around my little brain for a few days now, especially after a conversation with a senior citizen that…

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    Touching the Tip, Kanyakumari

    Ever get that feeling of wanting to kick yourself because you’ve been lazy and missed doing something important, like clicking the picture of a place that you really liked? And realising the goof-up only when you are digging through files for a photograph to show off or post on social media! It tends to happen to me a lot. Mostly because I invariably lose myself in the surroundings, get busy absorbing everything and forget that I have a phone camera and a digital camera that should be put to good use. The most recent, in this case, being the missing photo of the Kanyakumari railway station – the last station in the…

  • ‘Trust your gut!’ Tips from a solo female traveller, from the corner table, #fromthecornertable
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    ‘Trust Your Gut!’ Tips from a solo female traveller

    She: “So… I read that post of yours. The one where you shared travel tips.”Me: “You did? That is great!”She: “Those are generic tips but there’s nothing specific for women.”Me: ____________She: “There is so much more women have to deal with when they travel. You should have written about that too”Me: “Ummm… okay!” This conversation between me and prefer-to-keep-unidentified acquaintance was a bit of an eye-opener. I’d never thought about travel as being gender-specific. And that was a mistake it seems! Because she made me realised that as a female solo traveller, there are certain steps I take to ensure a smooth run. I strongly feel vulnerability is not specific…

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    Winding through the Isle of Skye #1

    Its winter in Ahmedabad, India, and the minimum temperature has been hovering between 10°C-16°C. Huddled at my desk, feet tucked in thick socks, I shivered and bemoaned the ruthless cold during a telephone conversation with my best friend. Imagine my indignation when she burst into laughter rather than express sympathy over my frozen toes! “Rapti, if you are shivering in this excuse for a winter, how on earth did you survive the Scottish Highlands,” she questioned. Good point. But you see, at the Isle of Skye in Scotland, while my teeth chattered in the bone-chilling cold, my face was frozen into a big grin and my brain churned out poetic…