Photo foray: One house with a lot to say

About a fifteen-minute drive from my house reside my relatives — distant relatives, but relatives nonetheless. And fine people too. Their residence is a sprawling, 78-year-old, single-storey house built in 1935 British India: a place oozing welcomeness and carrying an ambiance (of what appeared to me during the couple of hours I spent there) of serenity and distance, yet closeness, to the urbanity of Mysore city.

The living room has an architecturally simple but rich feel to it
The living room has an architecturally simple but rich feel to it
A stairway from an inner room
A stairway from an inner room
What is at the end of the stairway
What is at the end of the stairway
Photographs like this enrich blank walls throughout the house: a glimpse into history even as we stand inside history itself
Photographs like this enrich blank walls throughout the house: a glimpse into history even as we stand inside history itself
A classic Murphy radio that I just might fancy more than my Tune In account
A classic Murphy radio that I just might fancy more than my Tune In account

The feel

I admire and am excited by everything vintage — I’ll readily step into a time machine taking me back to Victorian England — and this little visit was no different. Continue reading

The last time we struck from air, we fought a war. And we are doing it again.

Interesting things have been going on in Libya. And the most interesting of all, till date, is what prompted me to write this quick snippet.

Let me take you a few hours back: It was rumoured that, with France switching diplomatic status from the Gaddafi Government to the opposition groups, Spain and Portugal would follow suit. But BBC’s Sarah Rainsford clarified from Madrid that the Spanish Foreign Ministry has denied any such thing. Continue reading