Marwari Horses

Marwari Horses

If you’ve ever passed the regal Raisina Hill on a wintry morning day, your breath freezing into a puff of vapour, you might see the President’s Bodyguard clopping around on one of their over 80 odd horses. They’re magnificent noble beasts, equestrian heroes who draw …

Pahadi Local

Pahadi Local

Sourcing locally, distributing widely My first brush with Pahadi Local was not among scented pine trees in the Himalayas. Rather, it was last year, in Jaipur, during the literature festival. At The Bees Knees, a sprightly pop-up held in the lawns of the charming Hotel Narain …

A Spoonful of Slow Food

A Spoonful of Slow Food

I’d visited Italy a few years ago, where the slow food movement took shape. This is an abridged version of a piece I had done for Elle, which appeared in the magazine in 2011. The Slow Food Movement has billowed into our sculleries from Italy, giving …

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The venerable Kashi, on the bank of the Ganges, is where I thought I would find salvation. Or so, I hoped. The boat is red. Dusty, brick red, with paint peeling off in little flecks into the muddy water. The once shiny coat has withered …

Dispatch from Kochi

Dispatch from Kochi

There are no doors. Or, none that are closed. It is evening when we make our way to Fort Kochi, the oldest European settlement in India, as the guidebooks say. Our hotel, just at the curve of Napier Road, is a stately colonial building that’s …