Redefining romance on the Machan

My latest article on Rediff talks about this amazing new secret I stumbled upon. Imagine tree-houses with views of hills to die for. Now imagine those rooms to have every conceivable luxury so that at no point are you 'roughing it out'. A private deck with a stand-alone bathtub in one corner, an attic with a daybed and panoramic views and quaint handmade wooden furniture. This is an experience quite different from any that you may have had.

If you believe in romance...and magic...and the beauty of stars...and candle light dinners....this is the perfect place for you to take the one you love.

Read the article here and judge for yourself.

Homesick

I feel hollow inside. I never knew that leaving a city could do that to a person. Two weeks back home, back in the familiar spoilt me. Returning to this crazy, selfish, impersonal city makes me want to hold my breath, and not release it. I'm trying hard to see beyond, remember my routine, get accustomed to loneliness. But this time, it's like a dark shadow that refuses to leave my side.

I shut my windows, switch on the air conditioning and try to cocoon myself in the comfortable. Place the laptop in front so that I remember all my pending assignments that demand my attention. But how do I stop my heart from yearning? How do I feel numb again? How do I get myself to release the breath and take another one?