train ink
Can we blame Mamta? For our not so CILEAN trains that are rubbish when they’re running or when they’re stoppeR. This was the legend on EVERY loo door up and down our train, I kid you not.
Can we blame Mamta? For our not so CILEAN trains that are rubbish when they’re running or when they’re stoppeR. This was the legend on EVERY loo door up and down our train, I kid you not.
I guess warmth is welcome wherever. Taken at the platform of Haridward station at 4 in the morning, when it was wet and cold outside. As I watched, this stray approached this sleeping family and then snuggled up on their temporary bed…
A pint-sized Nandi. So small, one would have to kneel and fold to whisper anything in his ear. Rishikesh.
A roadside shrine in Dehradun. I really thought Pahalwan Baba would be better built. And wearing something … somewhat different.
These menus will be the deth of me. Bite all kinds of things 😉 But chocolate is on the top of my list.
The followup image has a human being (my mother) cupping her hands to offer the bull a better chance at getting more water. I’m not posting that, but there are some other tourists who have pictures of her as well 🙂
This was Delhi. Two sadhus. Two monkeys. I asked if I could take a photo. The man in the photo said “Kyu nahin?” (Why not?) The sadhu behind him called out for money, shouting, “Paisa to de do!” I ignored him. As did the monkeys.
You know you’re eating in a high class joint when Marie from the Aristocats is the art up on walls 🙂 As I ate, I had “Scales and Arpeggios” in my head the whole time 😀
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