Japan diaries: Stroll at Osaka castle

One of the reasons for choosing Osaka to visit for holidays was Tracy Slater’s book, ‘The Good Shufu’ which revolves around her expat life with her Japanese husband in Osaka and her eventual quest to become a mom. Her description of Osaka was simple and yet mesmerizing enough that I decided to come here. In…

Japan diaries: The spell of convenience stores

The first moment of my tryst with Japanese convenience stores began at Osaka’s Itame airport. I was famished and stepped into FamilyMart. Man of Aquarius was afraid that we would miss the bus that we were waiting for. I paid no heed and walked in. I was instantly smitten. I kept on asking for Onigiri….

Japan diaries: Magical Narita

It all felt like such a blur, it still does. The long immigration queue with group of college girls from Vietnam ahead of me, running to collect baggage from the carousel fearing I was terribly late, Man of Aquarius standing for me with his face hidden behind a board displaying my name as a joke,…

Japan diaries: A novel experience

I do not know why, but sometimes as it happens when engrossed in a book and this particular time while reading a Japanese classic novel I had developed a distinct image of a woman in a long robe with long hair touching ankles which was typical of women in Heian period. At times my imagination…

Japan diaries: Tucking into Okinomi-yaki

While strolling Ebisu-bashi market/Suji in Osaka during one night, I saw a woman at a food stand frying something on her pan when I squealed with excitement thinking it was Okinomi-yaki.I had totally forgotten that one of the reasons why I wanted to be in Osaka was to have this quintessential Osaka fare. It came…

Charming misdelivery

The other day Man of Aquarius almost yelped joyously while talking to me. Oh! did he finally receive my postcards from Japan? He did! “Guess what? Just got an amazing postcard..” he said while I gushed happily. “Read it, read it..” I said impatiently. “It says, ‘Hi, enjoying Japan. Tokyo was fun and exciting. On…

Make this with breadfruit…

I first read about breadfruit very specifically in the book, ‘Surviving Paradise’ by Peter Rudiak- Gould, where locals in Ujae atoll, Micronesia joke about it, love it and eat it all year long. It is the perfect reservoir of carbohydrates along with other vitamins and anti-oxidants and an alternative to potato. The fruit was originated…

Postcards to myself

I unexpectedly discovered a fellow postcard writer in the pages of the book, ‘Without Reservations’ by Alice Steinbach. Alice begins her one year sabbatical in Paris, following the foot-steps of her ideal Janet Flanner (former New Yorker correspondent for Paris). She writes postcards to herself from Paris and other places that she visits during the…

Postcard Corner: South Korea

This is one of my all-time favorite postcards from South Korea depicting a breath-taking scenery from Paekyang Temple. I think this place has been featured in KBS World’s 2 Days and 1 night as well. This postcard features Kwanchoksa Temple. Isn’t there something extremely haunting about this statue?

Childhood people

This is a tribute to people that I remember from my childhood. It was the most interesting and entertaining concoction of characters that made my childhood unforgettably innocent…. Meerabai: No not the one who was madly in love with Krishna…this one was responsible to take me and fetch me back from school. Her loud cackling shouting thunderous voice (am…

Must-read memoirs for gymnastics enthusiasts

There is something incredibly mesmerizing about watching gymnasts perform some of the most complicated and mind boggling moves that a human body can ever perform with utmost ease or making it look like really easy. I might not know the names of these moves or even of gymnasts performing them, but the sport doesn’t fail…

Bills

I like to collect bills from places that I travel to and trips which I take. It is not a habit, because it emerges out of a part of me which likes to collect things holding eclectic memories and is a conscious action. Also, sometimes a kind of fear grips me that I would lose…