Tea in clay-pot Kolkata. The name says it all. The city of dreams, the city of love, the city where everyone feels at home, and where “kêmon achhen?” is the best “how are you” I have ever heard. The pen is mightier than the sword here, and what better place can one find to write [...]
After promising ourselves the day before, we returned to Potsdamer Platz at night to see it transformed into a sparkling showpiece. The crowds had swelled and the restaurants were bustling. But all we could look at were the lights. The canopy was lit up in a bluish hue that gradually transitioned to magenta before switching […] [...]
