Travel & Yoga Blog of an Indian Yoga Teacher
Mid-July this year I began my 6-week Spain trip, my first stop being the Barcelona Yoga Conference as one of its official bloggers. A week full of various interpretations of Yoga, great live music, eating my weight in vegan gelato,...
At the Bali Spirit Festival this year I had the honour of meeting Mark Whitwell, author of Yoga of Heart, and a travelling Yoga teacher spreading the rare message of claiming your own direct intimacy with life and not pedestalizing anyone....
A cluster of diverse and dramatic natural spectacles huddled on three islands within hopping distance of one another is pretty much nature’s way of saying: Knock yourself out, kid. And that’s what drew us to Nusa Penida, Nusa Ceningan &...
A 16th-century town whose cobbled past stands preserved despite all present-day intrusions. A Spanish colonial town in central Cuba, Trinidad is both a slow dance with yesterday and a reggaeton party between stalactites and bats hiding from said reggaeton (thanks...
The most neglected part of modern Yoga seems to be the philosophy underlying it, the core of Yoga as expressed in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. As it turns out, profound aphorisms that delve into the nature of the mind...
YOGA RETREAT IN COORG, 30 June to 3 July 2018 If you’ve heard of Coorg, you’ve heard of its heavy-duty monsoons as well. That time of the year when the place comes alive, greener and fresher than anything...
With three weeks spent in Cuba this February, I gleaned a bunch of travel tips that will be useful for anyone considering a trip to this one-of-a-kind island. Here goes! My 3-Week Itinerary: The first 4 days I spent exploring...
A five-day road trip through five districts of Uttarakhand with six other bloggers and countless new memories. Honoured to have been part of Uttarakhand Tourism‘s first ever Blogger Bus with this bunch of mountain goats Upendra Swami, Amrita Das, Swati Jain,...
“Flirting is Cuba’s national game,” our retreat organizer Christine informed us as we turned a corner in Havana Vieja (Old Havana) one hot afternoon. Something I had begun to sense, having lost and found my way on the streets of...
