The next day when I got up in the morning, it was a day I was rather looking forward to and hence, there again…Read More
Powayan The feeling of going to a place about which you have not heard of ever is not something that one usually encounters. Well,…Read More
After a few days, its time to explore another Hindi heartland right in the middle of India, Madhya Pradesh. This time I have to go to Ashta and Harda. I take the Samta Express which would arrive in Bhopal in the evening.
Now, in Bhopal, the train is on time and as I get down, I have made better plans this time and have already checked out which hotel I would be checking into. It is a stone’s throw from the railway station but for that you need to get past the shield of Auto Rickshaw Drivers who behave as if they have been sent there by god themselves and will not leave unless death do them apart from you. After using the technique of not looking at them, I check into the hotel and just fall asleep.
It was beginning to get a bit dark, so I thought it would be better to get back to Moradabad, and thus, I ask…Read More
It is the beginning of another journey into the rural part of India but this time it is a lot closer to Delhi this…Read More