The Misty Sahyadri

“The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.”Early morning drive through the plateaus of Western Ghats or the Sahyadri. Like lost veiled memories echoing in the mist. And then slowly, reluctantly they reveal their faulted, eroded, edgy selves. Enchanting!  

Of Kapila & Kabini

“In the evening we go see Kapila, sir.” – our hotel guide. “Who’s Kapila?” – the General. “The river, sir.” “But isn’t she Kabini?” “Same river, guys” – me on Google. Kapila or Kabini, the river is calling and I must go..