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    Crushing on Edinburgh #Chapter2

    Around the time I had been reading about Scotland, especially Edinburgh, I remember stumbling upon the statement “But Edinburgh is a mad god’s dream.” Now I don’t know about mad gods and goddesses but I do know that it is a city of Good Samaritans. Do you remember where we left off in the last post? That bit about me having a near meltdown in the gift store of the Edinburgh Castle? (Read Crushing on Edinburgh Chapter 1) Well, while I do remember that nerve-racking anxiety, I also have a clear memory of a gentleman walking up to me. It seems he saw the visibly distressed me and want to…

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    Crushing on Edinburgh #Chapter1

    I confess. I have a crush on Edinburgh. I have been in love with Amsterdam from when I first set foot on that gorgeous slice of heaven on earth. But now Edinburgh, with its cobbled streets, mix of old-new structures and a skyline that gives off a broody Gothic vibe on a cloudy day, has found its way into my heart. Having experienced the colourful energy that takes over the city towards the end of the Edinburgh Festival, I want to return to Scotland’s capital – once to devote time (and money!) to the cluster of festivals that light up the ‘Festival City’ and again to walk through the city…

  • fromthecornertable, from the corner table, durga puja, bonedi bari puja, rani rashmoni
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    The Aristocratic Splendour of Durga Puja

    I know, I know… It’s been over a week since we bid an emotional adieu to Goddess Durga and almost everyone is in Diwali prep mode. Some of your houses and lives must resemble chaos now – pushing the painting/remodelling job in the house, the annual home cleaning session in progress, shopping and planning the Diwali mithai, etc. etc. I’m doing all that and some more whilst savouring the lingering effects of a festival spent well. This feeling will likely last till I am sprawled on the floor trying to get that rangoli (floor art) right. It’s going to be all about the Diwali (Hindu festival of lights) sparkles then! The Pujo this season was…

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    Delving into the Depths of Cheddar Gorge

    No one is born a solo traveller. Somewhere along the path of life, you determine the need or desire to travel alone and then forge ahead. At least, that’s the way I look at it. I’ve been a latecomer to the world of solo travel. Till about five years ago, my solo travel time was limited to trips to-&-from home/boarding to the airport and a flight. Or the bus trip. Or the train journey. I’d never picked up my bag, packed in the essentials and ventured out alone. Until the time when I went to the elder sister’s in Bristol, United Kingdom, and dipped my toe – so to speak…

  • ‘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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    Three cheers for my travel wish list: On foreign shores

    So previously, this blog post was titled ‘Three cheers for my bucket list’. When Rem – the techie friend who handles the nitty gritties of this blog – saw a strike through the word ‘bucket’ in the heading, her first reaction was: “What on earth woman! We don’t mess with headings!” Luckily for me, it was said in an affectionate yet exasperated manner rather than a fire-breathing dragon style. The strike through the term was symbolic of my tumultuous relationship with the term ‘bucket list’. At times the term makes me feel hopeful and eager about goals in life and at others, it feels like someone whispered ‘death’ and ‘time…

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    Once upon a travel

    Throbbing feet, heavy shoulders, a rumbling in the tummy and a satisfied grin on my face, I shivered in delight, enjoying the mildly chilly wind of the late September evening. Having managed to locate St Valentine’s relics in a cathedral tucked away in a not-so-touristy part of Glasgow, I plonked myself on a bench along the upmarket Buchanan Street after a long walk, feeling rather good about the progress of #2017travelgoals. Coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other, I was watching the world go by in their designer wears and classy bags when he walked up to me. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked. “Not at…