A Curated Guide to Slow Living
Delhi. Wide roads. Laburnum trees. Kothis. Gardens. The wide expanse of the sky. Soul food. A city break. A piece I had written on my stay at The Manor in Delhi for Eat stay Love in 2016. The fortune of the genteel Manor, over the …
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 …
Shape shifting, empathetic fashio—Bodice The Indian belly is a wondrous thing. It expands with nary a crumb and contracts with much reluctance, after much coaxing and deprivation. For this capricious sphere, the much-loved drawstring, the humble naala exists. One of the great fashion inventions, the …
I lost my grandmother this February. Till her last day her skin glowed pink under her thick ebony tresses, frail yet the strongest woman I ever knew. Barima, as we knew her, was a consummate disciplinarian, whose priorities jettisoned even Maslow’s skinny pyramid of needs …
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 …
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 …
