There are moments when an outing becomes more than an outing. My visit to the immersive Van Gogh experience in Pune began as a curious encounter with digital art. It ended as something larger – a question. I have always been a skeptic of “the crowd.” There is a particular friction that comes with […]
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It began with a simple phone call from my mother, the kind of call that carries more than words. She asked if I was free tomorrow (the day before Shivaratri) because she wanted me to take her to a grand celebration being held at the village temple of my cousin, Sateesh. Told her I was
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On some afternoons the body asks for no grand feast—only a small glass of buttermilk. You’re not hungry, not even thirsty. Yet the first sip loosens the chest, the second quiets the breath, and by the third a private weather shifts inside. Nothing dramatic. Just a signal received; a body that answers back with calm.
There is a point on the road from Vizag where the city slowly begins to loosen its grip. The sea disappears first. Then the traffic thins. The sharp smell of salt is replaced by the damp, green breath of the hills. Coconut groves give way to bamboo, casuarina gives way to forest, and the familiar
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How Vizag Learned the Cadence of Civil Disobedience (1930–1933) At dawn as I pass by the Town Hall, It’s a quiet even with moving trucks from the container terminal, i t is quiet, but in 1930 this is where the sea keeps its patient beat, Vizag learned a different rhythm—of pickets and processions, discipline and
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I first visited Vizag’s Town Hall sometime in the early 2000s. Back then, it looked like a tired relic—faded stone walls, weather-worn wood, and an air of forgotten grandeur. I remember feeling its potential more than its presence, as if history still lingered but had nothing left to say. That changed in 2022. As part of a
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Vizag’s Forgotten Sepoy Mutiny of 1780 There are days in life that feel ordinary on the surface, until a single moment shifts your entire understanding of the place you call home. One such day began with a sea breeze on my face and ended with a buried truth in my heart. I was walking through Old Town, Vizag, as part of a heritage
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The Missing Luxuries The sun beat down on the road, and the air carried the familiar mixture of diesel, dust and frying bajji from a roadside cart. Traffic moved in impatient bursts. Horns overlapped. Modern life Two-wheelers slipped through impossible gaps. Somewhere behind me, an auto-rickshaw driver was arguing with a bus conductor. My
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Along Vizag’s winding path to Simhachalam temple, devotees had gathered for what should have been a simple act of devotion, a shared ritual that transcends time. Instead, tragedy struck: a sudden surge, a collapse of order, lives lost in the very place meant to cradle our hopes. As the dust settled, grief overwhelmed us all,
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The story of Vizagapatam ivory inlay began for me with an old ivory box that had remained quietly in our home for years. This post talks abour the forgotten ivory craft of Vizag, the artisans who shaped it, the objects that travelled from workshops to royal palaces. The story began long before I understood
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