Manikaran Sahib: Divine Serenity in the Heart of Parvati Valley
On our journey to Tosh or Kasol, we never miss the chance to stop at the enchanting @manikaransahib to seek blessings. This spiritual haven, nestled in the breathtaking @parvativalley, seamlessly blends natural beauty with profound legends, radiating a unique sense of divinity. The famous hot springs here are nothing short of extraordinary, defying the ordinary by staying above boiling point. Did you know you can cook rice simply by soaking it in a muslin cloth in these magical waters? That's nature's brilliance on full display! And the langar here? It's simply extraordinary—rice cooked in the hot springs, served alongside delectable kadhi. I can hardly wait to experience it all again!
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Goa Through Mario de Miranda’s Eyes: A Love Affair Since 2015
My Goa obsession started in 2015, courtesy of the Miranda gallery. I was instantly captivated by Mario de Miranda's witty and insightful cartoons, which perfectly captured the essence of Goan life. His ability to find humour in everyday situations and his deep understanding of human nature were truly inspiring. Every year since then, my Goa trips have included a visit to the Mario Gallery. Buying a figurine is a tradition I cherish, a tangible reminder of my love for this beautiful state and its talented artists. I can't wait to explore Goa again next month and discover another gem from Mario de Miranda's world. These two clicks are from Mario Gallery, Carmona, South Goa
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Timeless Treasures: Exploring Hyderabad’s Hidden Vintage Car Museum
Timeless Treasures on Wheels! In the bustling heart of Hyderabad, Kerman Pestonjee’s garage is a magical portal to a world where time stands still. Imagine stepping into a sanctuary filled with classic cars and motorcycles that have witnessed the elegance and splendor of a bygone era. This vintage vehicle collection isn’t just a display; it’s a time capsule overflowing with stunning automobiles that once cruised through the illustrious days of the Nizam. Each car and bike is more than just a vehicle; it’s a masterpiece that reflects an age when craftsmanship and artistry reigned supreme. From gleaming chrome details to luxurious interiors, these classics tell unique stories of their journeys. Lovingly maintained by Kerman’s skilled hands, each vehicle is a testament to the dedication that goes into preserving automotive history. As you stroll down the lane near Cherman House in Abids, immerse yourself in the joy of seeing these magnificent machines on display during special occasions like Independence Day or Dussehra. Feel the nostalgia they evoke and connect with a rich heritage. A special mention: The Harley-Davidson 1915, the Mercedes-Benz W 143 (1937, 6-cylinder), and the Humber Hawk (1947) have completely stolen my heart! Please note: The garland on the vehicle is for the beautiful tradition of Ayudha Puja in Hyderabad, where vehicles, tools, and weapons are adorned with garlands, mango leaves, and banana saplings.
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Rishikesh Beyond the Usual: Stories in Silence, Art on Walls
On my recent trip to Rishikesh, I went in expecting just the usual—some good food, thrilling rafting, and temple darshans. But what I experienced was far beyond what I had imagined. Instead of renting bikes, we decided to walk. That’s where the magic began. The moment we stepped into those narrow lanes, something shifted. There was a calm in the air… like the city was moving slowly, breathing gently, letting you breathe with it. On one side, you’d hear people chanting softly in ashrams. On the other, someone pouring fresh chai into tiny glasses. The sound of the Ganga wasn’t loud, but it was always there—steady, like background music you didn’t know you needed. Every now and then, we’d come across groups sitting together, singing bhajans. No microphones, no cameras—just devotion. And even though stopping wasn’t part of the plan, I did. Sat down for a while. Just listened. Chanted. It felt... grounding. Like something inside was quietly recharging. And then there were the walls. Not just painted—but alive. One moment you’re walking past houses, bridges, ashrams, or even parking lots—and the next, Shiva’s eyes are looking right at you—fierce, still, powerful. Further down, there’s Lord Ram, calm and focused. And then Hanuman ji, caught mid-air, full of movement and energy. These weren’t just graffiti. They felt alive—like the city was speaking in colours. That’s what Rishikesh is. A place where peace and adrenaline live on the same street. You can do yoga by the river in the morning and be bouncing down rapids by the afternoon. It’s spiritual and artistic, noisy and quiet—all at once. This wasn’t just a trip. It felt like the kind of experience that stays with you. And I’ll say this—some of the most meaningful stories aren’t spoken. They’re painted. Quietly. On walls most people walk past.
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