I don't know what made me think of sharing a Kolkata photo essay at the fag end of this year. Perhaps, it is because 2022 was very tough and boring, or maybe be...
Recently a friend of mine wrote a wonderful article on monsoon for me. It was beautiful, heartfelt, and I could almost smell the wet earth from his words. His w...
It took around 2 hours from Jeypore to reach Onkadeli. The distance was just 80 kilometers and the drive was beautiful. Koraput is a beautiful district and the ...
I stayed at Jeypore before proceeding towards Onkadeli, the weekly market of the Bonda people. This town was a pleasant surprise. One of the oldest and most pro...
The Dunguriya village was tucked away in the depths of the Niyamgiri hills. Clean swept dirt alleys lead inside the village and a curious band of villagers foll...
Gotipua had been a treat for my cultural senses. Rhythmic, seriously acrobatic and exotic in a most quintessential Indian way, the literal translation of Gotipu...
Chatikona market of the Dunguriya people was in full swing when we arrived. I walked around with Sarat, took in the lovely happy sights, and watched in amazemen...
I had never heard of Gotipua before my last Odisha trip and it is sad, since the heritage dance had been performed in India for centuries. Until recent revival ...
My offbeat tribal Odisha trail started with the Chatikona market. Well, actually, the journey started off in Rayagada and the highlight was the weekly market. I...
"A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it." - John Steinbeck. And that is exactly how I stumbled upon the least travel...