Kandy: A Tapestry of Culture, History, and Nature

The Vibrant colors of Kandy

Stepping into Kandy, Sri Lanka, was like stepping into a living postcard. The vibrant markets, bursting with colors and aromas, were a sensory overload. Friendly chatter filled the air, and lush greenery unfolded around every corner, creating a symphony of sights and sounds. As I explored this captivating town, my heart was filled with wonder and anticipation.

A quick dip into the heart of Kandy – the Central Market – was a whirlwind of excitement. Imagine colorful displays of exotic fruits, the heady aroma of spices, and the friendly chatter of locals going about their day. The market was a vibrant tapestry of life, offering a glimpse into the town’s rich culture and traditions.

After the market’s buzz, I found myself at Café 1886, a charming little cafe with a nostalgic atmosphere. My driver, Izzuru, had mentioned this place to me earlier, saying it was a must-visit for authentic Sri Lankan cuisine. As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the friendly smile of a gentleman named Perera.

Perera, a seasoned waiter at Café 1886, was a wealth of knowledge about the local cuisine. He recommended the Hopper, a Sri Lankan delicacy that I had been eager to try. He explained that the Hopper was a thin, crispy pancake made from fermented rice batter, and it was typically served with a variety of curries.

The Hoopers

I ordered a plain Hopper and a spicy vegetable curry. The Hopper arrived at my table, a delicate lacework of batter, perfectly cooked and golden brown. The curry was a fragrant blend of spices, with a hint of heat that complemented the mild flavor of the Hopper. As I took my first bite, I was transported to a world of flavors and textures. The Hopper was light and crispy, while the curry was rich and satisfying. It was a truly unforgettable experience.

The true jewel of my journey was Sigiriya, an ancient rock fortress with a legendary past. I’ve written extensively about Sigiriya in my blog, so I won’t go into too much detail herehttps://trips-travels.com/2024/07/23/exploring-sri-lankas-cultural-gems-dambulla-sigiriya/. It’s a must-visit destination that offers breathtaking views, fascinating history, and a glimpse into Sri Lanka’s ancient civilization.

After visiting Sigiriya, I made my way to the Bahirawakanda Vihara. The temple’s most striking feature is the colossal Buddha statue, which is said to be facing the city of Kandy and protecting its people from any evil. The statue’s serene expression and imposing presence filled me with a sense of tranquility and awe.

Botanical Garden of Kandy

No journey through Kandy would be complete without a visit to the enchanting Botanical Gardens. Lush green pathways meandered through meticulously landscaped gardens, revealing a kaleidoscope of botanical wonders.

Delicate orchids bloomed in vibrant colors while towering banyan trees cast dappled shade. The gentle murmur of water streams and the symphony of birdsong created a truly enchanting atmosphere. As I wandered through this secret Eden, I felt a sense of calm and immersed myself in the beauty of nature. The gardens were a feast for the senses, with fragrant flowers, vibrant colors, and the soothing sounds of nature.

Leaving Kandy was bittersweet, but the memories I made – of vibrant markets, awe-inspiring history, serene spirituality, and enchanting nature – will stay with me forever. It’s a place that caters to every traveler’s desire, whether it’s adventure, relaxation, or a glimpse into a different culture.

So, pack your bags, grab your camera, and get ready to create your own unforgettable Kandy experience.

Exploring Sri Lanka’s Cultural Gems: Dambulla & Sigiriya

With each labored step up the unforgiving incline of Dambulla‘s cave temple, my mind wandered to the sun-kissed shores I had recently left behind. The sting of regret for my ill-chosen footwear was momentarily eclipsed by vivid memories of Sri Lanka’s coastal paradise. Pristine beaches, where the powdery sand met the turquoise expanse of the Indian Ocean, had been my initial playground. There, time seemed to stand still as I basked in the sun, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulling me into blissful tranquility. But the allure of Sri Lanka extended far beyond its coastline.

The cool, crisp air of Nuwara Eliya, the island’s ‘Little England,’ provided a refreshing contrast. Amidst rolling tea plantations and colonial architecture, I indulged in the luxury of a leisurely golf game, a perfect antidote to the tropical heat. As my Sri Lankan adventure neared, I focused on the island’s ancient past. Dambulla and Sigiriya, two iconic sites, beckoned with promises of a glimpse into Sri Lanka’s rich history and culture.

Dambulla, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is home to the beautiful Royal Rock Temple complex, which sits about 160 meters above the road. Ascending the steps to the temple, I was greeted by a breathtaking panorama of the surrounding countryside; Sigiriya was clearly visible some 20 kilometers distant. The complex comprises five separate caves containing about 150 stunning Buddha statues and paintings, showcasing some of Sri Lanka‘s most important religious art.

Dambulla has been a place of worship since the 1st century BC when King Valagamba, driven out of Anuradhapura, took refuge here. After he regained his throne, he transformed the caves into magnificent rock temples. Subsequent kings added to the cave art, gilding the interiors and earning the place its name Ran Giri (Golden Rock). This continuous enhancement resulted in a breathtakingly coherent visual experience.

Inside, the caves are adorned with intricate frescoes and hundreds of Buddha statues, creating a serene and spiritual atmosphere. The beautiful murals depict scenes from Buddha‘s life and various Jataka tales, each brushstroke a testament to the devotion and skill of ancient artists. The rich, engraved door handles, intricately designed with floral and geometric patterns, add a touch of elegance to the entrances, inviting visitors to step into a world of spiritual tranquility.

My next destination was Sigiriya, often referred to as the Lion Rock. This iconic site, dating back to the 5th century AD, served as the royal residence and fortress of King Kashyapa I. Climbing the steep steps to the summit is a challenging but rewarding experience. The panoramic view from the top is simply breathtaking, with lush greenery stretching as far as the eye can see, punctuated by shimmering lakes. The ruins of the ancient palace and the remnants of the once-impressive lion’s paw are a reminder of the site’s glorious past.

Sigiriya also features the famed “Mirror Wall,” adorned with ancient graffiti and frescoes depicting celestial maidens. These artworks offer a glimpse into the vibrant culture and artistic prowess of Sigiriya‘s inhabitants. Each step on the winding staircases echoes with whispers of the past, inviting visitors to delve deeper into its history.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the ancient ruins, I reflected on my Sri Lankan journey. From the vibrant energy of the coast to the serene beauty of the highlands, and from the ancient wonders of Dambulla and Sigiriya to the warm hospitality of its people, Sri Lanka has captured my heart. It was a journey that enriched my soul and left me yearning for more. One last look while coming down made the photographer in me capture more beauty from the summit.

This island nation is a tapestry of diverse experiences, offering something for everyone. Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or cultural immersion, Sri Lanka has it all. As I bid farewell to this enchanting land, I carried with me a treasure trove of memories that will forever be etched in my heart.

From Dehradun’s Doorstep to Landour’s Lullaby: A Serene Escape

Dehradun, the supposed gateway to the Himalayas, wasn’t the quiet escape I envisioned. The city streets buzzed with activity, a chaotic symphony of honking horns and traffic fumes. It felt uncomfortably familiar, a concrete jungle mirroring countless others. Unplanned development sprawled outwards, threatening to engulf the very thing that draws visitors here – the charm of the hills.

But I craved a different experience. So, I steered clear of the tourist hotspots and Mussoorie’s usual bustle. Tucked away in the hills, I found a small stone cottage, my haven of solitude. Silence became my companion here, a stark contrast to the cacophony I’d left behind.

Landour, a charming cantonment town, unfolded its beauty through meandering paths and quaint houses. Dhanaulti beckoned with its winding roads, each bend revealing a canvas painted with mist-kissed valleys. But the real magic happened on foot. Jabrakhet, Bataghat, and Maldewta weren’t names on a tourist map, but whispers in the wind, urging me deeper into the embrace of nature.

The days were filled with the rhythm of my steps. Crisp air, invigorating, carried the scent of pine and damp earth. Fog swirled around me, creating a mystical world where trees emerged like silent figures. The only sounds were the chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot.

This wasn’t just a walk; it was a conversation with the wilderness. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the forest floor. The camera was often forgotten, I simply allowed my senses to absorb the beauty. The cool touch of moss on a fallen log, the gurgling symphony of a hidden stream, and the playful dance of butterflies amongst wildflowers became my photographs, etched not on film, but in the memory of my soul.

The journey wasn’t always smooth. The path to Landour from the MudCup Cafe, through Jabrakhet, was particularly demanding. But there was a constant companion on this walk – the presence of Woodstock School. The sprawling campus, nestled amidst the hills, peeked through the trees at every turn, a silent reminder of the rich history and educational heritage of the region. In a way, it served as a gentle nudge, a motivation to keep pushing forward, a testament to the physical fitness required to truly appreciate such a serene escape.

Halfway through my explorations in Landour, the aroma of freshly baked bread lured me towards the famed Landour Bakehouse. A steaming cup of coffee and a flaky cheese croissant savored on their quaint balcony overlooking the valley, became a perfect reward for my solitary adventures. Landour Bakehouse wasn’t just a pitstop; it was a microcosm of the unexpected delights that awaited on these hidden paths.

The occasional shower swept through, making the place even more endearing and the walk that much more challenging. The path turned slick, demanding my full attention. It was in these moments that the silence deepened, broken only by the pitter-patter of raindrops and the rhythm of my breath. There was a strange beauty in the challenge, a reminder of the raw power and unpredictability of nature.

Returning home was filled with a sense of rejuvenation, a clarity of mind that had been missing for far too long. The lessons learned on the quiet roads of Dehradun were perhaps more valuable than the stunning landscapes I had witnessed.

The world, with its wonders, will always be there to explore. But sometimes, the most profound discoveries are made on detours, embraced by silence. Dehradun, with its hidden paths, whispering winds, the promise of a delicious detour at the Landour Bakehouse, and the ever-present spirit of Woodstock became a testament to that. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most captivating photos are the ones we take within ourselves, and the greatest souvenirs are the memories etched in the quiet corners of our souls.

Lucknow’s Hidden Gem: Sikandra Bagh and its Unsung Warrior, Uda Devi

Having lived in Lucknow for years, I never gave Sikandra Bagh much thought. But now, as a tourist in my hometown, I felt a poignant mix of nostalgia and discovery. This unplanned visit stemmed from a morning walk in the Botanical Garden across the road. What I stumbled upon was a hidden treasure of history and heroism.

Sikandra Bagh, though modest today, whispers of a glorious past. It served as his summer retreat, built by the last Nawab of Awadh, Wajid Ali Shah (1847-1856). Imagine lush gardens flanking a three-towered palace complex, a vibrant Nawabi court. The unique “pair of fish” entrance hinted at Nawabi prosperity, while the architecture itself was a fascinating blend – Chinese pagodas, European arches, and Persian domes in beautiful harmony. Traces of delicate artwork and the lone remaining gateway adorned with Chikankari-like moldings spoke of the monument’s former grandeur.

Standing amidst these remnants, I envisioned Sikandra Bagh in its prime – a testament to Wajid Ali Shah‘s artistic tastes. But Sikandra Bagh‘s story goes beyond its beauty. Within its walls unfolded a fierce battle during the 1857 revolt against the British East India Company. Here, I encountered the tale of Uda Devi, Sikandra Bagh‘s unsung queen.

Uda Devi, born into a Dalit family, was far from royalty. Yet, her spirit burned with the fire of rebellion. Joining forces with Begum Hazrat Mahal, Wajid Ali Shah‘s wife, she formed and led a battalion of Dalit women. The battle at Sikandra Bagh on November 16, 1857, was brutal. Uda Devi‘s leadership and courage stunned the British commander, Colin Campbell. Legend has it that upon learning of her husband, a senior warrior, being martyred, her grief transformed into rage. Determined for revenge, she disguised herself and climbed a banyan tree overlooking the battlefield. Imagine the chaos – the rumble of cannons, the shouts of soldiers. Uda Devi, a lone sniper, picked off British soldiers with deadly accuracy. The sheer number of casualties inflicted by a single “sniper” speaks volumes of her bravery.

Sadly, her story ends tragically. Suspected by the British, she was shot and killed. Around 2,300 freedom fighters perished that day. Ironically, more Victoria Crosses were awarded for this single day than any other in the conflict, many for capturing Sikandra Bagh. Uda Devi, the “Unknown Warrior,” faded into history. A statue stands in her honor today, a reminder amidst the neglected Sikandra Bagh.

This visit left me with mixed emotions – pride in Lucknow’s history and regret for overlooking this gem. Uda Devi‘s story reminds us that heroism can emerge from anywhere. As a tourist in my city, I discovered a monument, a tale of courage, sacrifice, and rebellion. Sikandra Bagh awaits rediscovery, its whispers waiting to be heard. The next time you’re in Lucknow, take a moment to step into this hidden chapter of history. You might just be surprised by what you find.

Ditch the Beach Towel, Hike the Tea Hills: Malaysia’s Cameron Highlands Beckon!

As a seasoned travel writer, I can tell you Malaysia’s beaches are stunning, but for a truly unforgettable experience, head to the Cameron Highlands. This cool and misty mountain retreat, reminiscent of Sri Lanka’s Nuwara Eliya, will wash away your worries faster than you can say “scenic overlook.” Trust me, this place is magical.

The moment you arrive, sprawling tea plantations blanket the hills, welcoming you to a world of tranquility. Seriously, those endless green landscapes are like a giant stress eraser. And for the adventurous types, the Mossy Forest is a must. Think ancient trees draped in moss so thick it looks like a living fairytale – perfect for getting lost in (with a map, of course).

The two main towns, Brinchang and Tanah Rata, offer distinct flavors. Brinchang’s all about adventure – think hiking trails with epic views that will have you glued to your camera. I spent hours there, capturing the raw beauty and feeling like Indiana Jones (without the snakes, hopefully). The town’s chilled vibes and friendly faces made me feel right at home, too.

Tanah Rata’s more bustling, with shops, cafes, and enough tourists to keep things lively. Foodies, rejoice! This place is bursting with international flavors and local Malaysian delights. My personal game plan? Hopping from cafe to cafe, indulging in everything from fiery curries to fluffy pancakes. Plus, the cozy atmosphere is perfect for unwinding after a day of exploration.

But the true star of the show (for this golfer and photographer, at least) was the Sultan Ahmed Shah Golf Course. Lush green fairways rolling under clear blue skies – it’s a golfer’s (and photographer’s) dream come true! Seriously, I kept getting sidetracked – every good shot with the camera made me want to crush a drive, and every amazing putt just begged to be captured on film. The friendly locals and perfect weather didn’t hurt either, making every moment on the course a delight.

Speaking of weather, Cameron Highlands is like spring all year round. With temperatures hovering between a comfy 26 degrees Celsius and a cool 15 degrees Celsius, you can be outside all day without breaking a sweat. That’s a win in my book, whether you’re teeing off, taking scenic walks, or going ham with your camera. This was my second visit, and let me tell you, it won’t be my last. This place is a breath of fresh air compared to crowded tourist destinations.

One thing that really stole my heart? The colonial-era bungalows and the misty evening roads. Strolling through town at night, with the fog rolling in, felt like stepping back in time. And those charming bungalows? Photographer heaven. I spent many evenings snapping away at these historic beauties bathed in the soft glow of streetlights.

This place caters to everyone, from solo travelers to families. From the breathtaking tea plantations and adventurous trails of Brinchang to the lively streets and delicious food of Tanah Rata, there’s something new to discover around every corner. Hike through the Mossy Forest, tee off at the Sultan Ahmed Shah Golf Course, or simply relax and soak in the stunning scenery.

Cameron Highlands is more than just a pretty picture; it’s an experience. It’s a place where you can ditch the daily grind, reconnect with nature, and maybe even score a hole-in-one while capturing the picture of the century. So pack your bags, grab your camera, and get ready to tee off on an unforgettable adventure in the Cameron Highlands!

Sri Lanka: Where Nature Met Genius – My Unexpected Encounter with Geoffrey Bawa

The Greek influence

Sri Lanka had been on my travel bucket list for years. The promise of lush landscapes, pristine beaches, and a rich cultural heritage was irresistible. With my itinerary planned and cities marked, I embarked on my solo adventure, eager to experience this beautiful island nation.

There was one name, however, that kept popping up in conversations with my architect son – Geoffrey Bawa. While I wasn’t familiar with him, at the time, his name seemed to hold a special significance for those in the architectural world. Somehow, amidst the flurry of planning, the name slipped my mind.

Not a painting but the staircase.

Fast forward to checking into the Cinnamon Bentota Beach Hotel. The moment I stepped through the entrance, I was struck by a sense of awe. The design was unlike anything I’d ever seen – open, airy, and seamlessly integrated with the surrounding environment. A spark of memory ignited – my son’s words about Geoffrey Bawa! Suddenly, everything clicked into place.

This wasn’t just a hotel; it was a masterpiece. The days that followed were a revelation. The beaches, hill stations, and train rides of Sri Lanka, while undeniably beautiful, paled in comparison to the captivating genius of Bawa’s design. Every detail, from the use of natural materials to the interplay of light and space, was meticulously crafted to create a haven of tranquility and luxury.

The entrance itself was a portal to a bygone era, echoing the grandeur of Dambulla’s cave temple. The roof design was a clear homage to Sri Lankan Buddhist architecture, yet the overall feel was fresh and contemporary. The expansive layout embraced the lush surroundings, and the clever positioning of the reception area captured the cool ocean breeze, eliminating the need for artificial cooling – a testament to Bawa’s philosophy of “decolonizing architecture.”

Bawa, revered by some architects as a God or rockstar of the field, was a master at erasing the boundaries between the outside and inside. His signature architectural style allowed for an abundance of natural elements to flow freely throughout the hotel. The tropical sun, dappled by strategically placed trees, warmed the spaces. The ocean breeze, a constant companion, carried the scent of saltwater and serenity. Lush greenery, visible from almost every corner, blurred the line between indoors and the vibrant Sri Lankan landscape. The sound of flowing water features added a touch of tranquility to the overall ambiance.

The doorway to the elevator.

Everywhere I turned, there were artistic touches that elevated the ordinary into the extraordinary. The staircase transformed into a gallery, each step an invitation to explore further. The doorway to the elevator was itself a piece of art, and the natural stone finish of the swimming pool blurred the lines between man-made and natural beauty. Even the simple act of setting a table overlooking the sea became an experience, showcasing Bawa’s ability to elevate the mundane.

Every detail, from the grand entrance to the most inconspicuous staircase, was imbued with Bawa’s genius. It was as if the entire hotel was a carefully curated art exhibition, each element meticulously chosen to create a harmonious whole. On my next stop, I ventured to visit his home in Sri Lanka, eager to learn more about the mind behind this architectural masterpiece. But that, as they say, is a story for another time.

Bali: A Paradise with Caveats

Bali, an exotic paradise renowned for its pristine beaches and breathtaking sunsets, often features prominently on many travelers’ bucket lists. As an Indian traveler, I embarked on this much-anticipated journey with high expectations, lured by the island’s global reputation as a premier tourist destination. Bali offers a lot with its famed temples, luxurious resorts, and natural beauty. However, my experience was mixed, marred slightly by cultural comparisons and climatic challenges.

The Allure of Bali

Nestled in Indonesia, Bali captivates visitors with its serene beaches and spectacular sunrises and sunsets. It consistently ranks among the top ten places globally to witness these daily marvels. The island’s charm is undeniably alluring, with an atmosphere of relaxation and adventure. Western tourists flock here, drawn by the promise of tranquility, exploration, and an escape from their routine lives.

Tanah Lot: The Enchanted Temple

One of the highlights of my trip was visiting the Tanah Lot Temple. Perched on a rock formation by the sea, this temple is a significant cultural icon. Its picturesque location enhances its beauty, especially during sunset when the sky transforms into a canvas of vibrant hues. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the temple appeared almost magical, silhouetted against the colorful backdrop.

Myth and Curse of Tanah Lot: Legend has it that Tanah Lot was established by Dang Hyang Nirartha, a revered 15th-century Hindu priest. He meditated on the rock and found it to be a sacred place to worship the Balinese sea gods. According to myth, poisonous sea snakes guard the temple and protect it from evil spirits and intruders. Moreover, the temple is said to be cursed by Nirartha to collapse into the sea if anyone attempts to disrupt its sanctity. This mystical narrative adds a layer of enchantment to the temple, drawing curious travelers eager to experience its spiritual ambiance.

Garuda Wisnu Kencana Cultural Park

Another notable attraction is the Garuda Wisnu Kencana (GWK) Cultural Park, home to the majestic Garuda statue. The statue depicts Vishnu riding his mount Garuda, a mythical bird (As described by Balinese). This massive monument stands as a testament to the rich cultural heritage of Bali and is a symbol of Indonesia’s cultural pride. The park itself is a cultural hub, offering various performances, exhibitions, and activities that provide insights into Balinese traditions and history.

The Gate to Heaven: A Photo Destination

A place like Lempuyang Temple, often referred to as the Gate to Heaven, turned out to be beautiful but more of a photo destination. The temple’s split gates frame the majestic Mount Agung in the background, creating a breathtaking view. However, the overwhelming focus on capturing the perfect Instagram shot detracted from the spiritual essence of the site. Tourists queued for hours to pose between the gates, creating an atmosphere more akin to a photo studio than a sacred place of worship. This was my biggest disappointment, as the commercialized experience overshadowed the temple’s cultural and spiritual significance.

The Mixed Reality

Despite the allure, my excitement was tempered by a few realities. Bali’s beaches, though undeniably beautiful, posed a challenge for me due to the climate. For Indians, the tropical weather can be harsh, with the sun at its most punishing during midday. Thus, beach visits were best enjoyed either early in the morning or late in the evening when the temperatures were more bearable.

The island is dotted with numerous temples, each a testament to Bali’s rich cultural heritage. However, as someone familiar with the grandeur of Indian temples, I found Bali’s sacred sites somewhat underwhelming by comparison. While impeccably maintained and aesthetically pleasing, they lacked the intricate architectural splendor and historical depth found in many Indian temples. Yet, they hold their own charm, offering a different perspective on Hindu spirituality, distinct from what I’m accustomed to in India.

The Natural Beauty

Bali’s natural beauty is indisputable. The lush landscapes, terraced rice paddies, and scenic coastlines make it a photographer’s delight. Every corner of the island seems to be a postcard-worthy scene. Despite my initial reservations, I found myself captivated by Bali’s verdant countryside and the soothing rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore.

For those seeking a sun-kissed glow, Bali’s beaches offer ample opportunities to bask in the tropical sun. However, as an Asian, the prospect of tanning was less appealing. Nonetheless, the experience of lounging on the beach, with the gentle sea breeze and the sound of the ocean, was undeniably relaxing.

The Warmth of the Balinese

What truly stood out during my trip was the warmth and hospitality of the Balinese people. Their friendliness and willingness to share their culture with visitors added a special touch to my journey. The hospitality industry in Bali is top-notch, ensuring that travelers feel welcomed and well cared for. From luxurious resorts to quaint homestays, the accommodation options cater to a range of preferences and budgets, each offering a glimpse into Balinese culture and hospitality.

Final Thoughts

In hindsight, my trip to Bali was a blend of awe and mild disappointment. The island’s natural beauty and the enchantment of places like Tanah Lot certainly lived up to the hype. However, the harsh climate and my inevitable comparisons with India’s own rich cultural heritage tempered my enthusiasm. Bali is undoubtedly a beautiful destination, offering a unique blend of natural splendor, cultural richness, and warm hospitality. For those seeking an escape into nature or a serene beach holiday, Bali is a worthy destination. Just be prepared for its tropical intensity and appreciate its temples for their distinct charm, rather than comparing them to those of other regions.

Bali, in its essence, remains a paradise, albeit with a few caveats for the discerning traveler.

The Timeless Beauty of Qutub Minar: A Photographer’s Perspective

Being from Delhi, you might think you’ve seen it all. But sometimes, it’s good to behave like a tourist and rediscover the magic in your city. That’s exactly what I did with Qutub Minar, an iconic symbol of Delhi’s rich heritage.

Early mornings at Qutub Minar are a revelation. The soft, golden light bathes the red sandstone and marble carvings in a warm glow, revealing intricate details often missed by the midday crowds. The tranquility of the surroundings, broken only by birdsong, allows you to appreciate the monument’s grandeur. Capturing these details with my camera, the interplay of light and shadow highlighted the exquisite calligraphy and geometric patterns. Each photo told a different story, from the delicate carvings at the base to the intricate balconies that ring the tower.

As the sun climbed higher, Qutub Minar seemed to come alive. The quietude of the early hours gave way to the usual hustle and bustle, but the pre-dawn experience lingered. It was a powerful reminder of the UNESCO World Heritage Site’s significance.

The night offered a completely different perspective. Bathed in soft artificial light, Qutub Minar stood like a sentinel against the inky sky. The dramatic contrast created the perfect backdrop for night photography. The play of light and shadow transformed the familiar details into something almost mystical. The towering presence against the vast darkness evoked a sense of awe. While night photography presented challenges with long exposures and balancing light sources, the results were worth the effort. Each photo captured the monument’s elegance and grandeur uniquely, emphasizing its majestic silhouette.

Qutub Minar, commissioned by Qutb-ud-din Aibak in 1193, stands as a testament to the architectural brilliance of the Delhi Sultanate. Soaring 73 meters, it’s the tallest brick minaret in the world, adorned with intricate carvings and Quranic inscriptions. The surrounding Qutub complex, with its ancient ruins and the enigmatic Iron Pillar, adds layers of history and culture to the site. Walking through it, you can almost imagine the echoes of the past – the early Islamic rulers and the stories of the craftsmen who left their mark. Qutub Minar isn’t just a monument; it’s a portal to a significant period in Indian history, showcasing the confluence of various architectural styles.

Our successful shoots called for a celebration. With a playful glint in her eye, my friend suggested an unorthodox toast – Vodka and Limca (definitely not allowed on the premises!). While we couldn’t indulge, her infectious enthusiasm and playful defiance added a memorable twist to the experience.

Photographing Qutub Minar at dawn and dusk allowed me to capture its beauty in two distinct ways. Whether bathed in golden light or silhouetted against the night sky, the monument never fails to inspire. Through my lens, I hope to share the timeless allure of Qutub Minar, a symbol of Delhi’s rich past and a lasting testament to its architectural legacy.

Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka: Colonial Charm and Cool Climate

While Sri Lanka’s stunning beaches steal the spotlight, hidden among the verdant hills lies a gem often missed by tourists – Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka’s captivating hill station. Imagine this: crystal-clear skies meeting crisp mountain air, a refreshing escape from the tropical heat below. Lush green landscapes carpeted with emerald tea plantations unfurl before you. Nuwara Eliya boasts some of the cleanest roads in Sri Lanka, perfect for a scenic drive as you wind your way toward this cool and charming town.

For the photographer in me, Nuwara Eliya is a dream come true. The landscape is dotted with lush tea plantations, misty hills, and charming colonial buildings. The iconic red-brick post office, built in 1905, stands proudly as a testament to the town’s colonial heritage. I had to click a picture of it as it reminded me of my late father, G N Tripathi, who retired from the Postal and Telegraph office in India. While there’s no direct connection to the Nuwara Eliya post office, the sight of it brought back fond memories and an emotional connection.

But let’s not stop there! The British influence goes beyond architecture. Get ready for invigorating chills – Nuwara Eliya is Sri Lanka’s coolest region. Frequent rain showers paint the landscape a vibrant emerald, adding to the town’s fairytale-like charm. Known as the “City of Light” in Sinhalese, Nuwara Eliya offers a delightful blend of natural splendor and colonial charm.

Nature lovers and adventure seekers, rejoice! I had a blast hiking through rolling hills, exploring cascading waterfalls, and relaxing by the serene Gregory Lake. The lake is a peaceful spot to enjoy the fresh air and take in the beautiful surroundings. You can rent a paddle boat or simply walk along the shore, enjoying the views of the surrounding hills. It’s a perfect place to unwind and let the calm waters reflect your adventurous spirit.

Standing amidst the picturesque windmills and verdant countryside of Nuwara Eliya, I felt as if I had been whisked away to the serene beauty of rural New Zealand. The quaint little house nestled beside the windmill appeared straight out of a storybook, its charm rivaling that of a perfect postcard scene. As a gentle breeze tousled my hair, I found myself captivated by the mesmerizing hill view, a stark contrast to the renowned sandy beaches that this country is famed for.

The Golf Club

The Nuwara Eliya Golf Club, built in 1889, is another must-visit. As a golfer, I couldn’t resist teeing off at one of Asia’s oldest courses. The course is beautifully maintained, and the cool climate makes for a pleasant game. After a round, I savored a chilled beer at the club’s lounge, enjoying the cool breeze and stunning views. There’s nothing quite like a cold drink after a game of golf in such a beautiful setting.

So, if you’re planning a trip to Sri Lanka, don’t miss this hidden gem! Nuwara Eliya offers a unique blend of natural splendor, colonial charm, and a refreshingly cool climate – a must-visit for any traveler seeking a truly unforgettable Sri Lankan adventure. Trust me, you won’t regret it!

The Mystique of Sultan Ghari: Oldest Islamic Tomb in India

Not far from one of Delhi’s most-visited monuments lies one of India’s best-kept secrets. At almost 800 years old, it is the oldest surviving Islamic tomb in India—the mausoleum of Nasir ud-Din Mahmud, brother of Razia Sultan and eldest son of Sultan Shams-ud-Din Iltutmish (1167-1236). Built in 1231-1232, Sultan Ghari precedes all other royal mausoleums in India, except for Qutub-ud-Din Aibak’s tomb in Lahore.

Despite its historical significance, Sultan Ghari often remains in the shadows of the more illustrious Qutub Minar, where Nasir’s father Iltutmish is buried. However, beneath its lesser-known status lies a treasure trove of architectural and historical wonders waiting to be discovered.

What sets Sultan Ghari apart is its unique architectural character. Viewed from within or from the entrance, it gives the impression of a fortified stronghold rather than a traditional burial chamber. The bastions, crafted from sturdy red sandstone, create an aura of guardhouses protecting their master. Even today, they stand proudly, their weathered surfaces telling tales of centuries past. It is the only mausoleum in India, and possibly the world, that does not have a tomb covering the burial chamber. As I explored Sultan Ghari, I was struck by the craftsmanship and attention to detail. The octagonal structure, nestled within a courtyard atop a high square plinth, speaks of ancient architectural prowess

The fusion of Islamic and Hindu elements, including intricately sculpted 7th-century panels and lintels, reflects the cultural diversity of India’s heritage. The tomb is built on the site of a Hindu temple and incorporates Hindu masonry, making it a fascinating study of historical syncretism.

Over the centuries, Nasir ud-Din’s tomb has acquired the status of a dargah, with locals believing it holds the remains of their Pir Baba. Every Thursday, people of all faiths gather to offer their prayers, creating a vibrant tapestry of devotion and reverence. The chamber where Nasir ud-Din and two other unnamed tombs lie is a sight of deep devotion, steeped in the aroma of incense, oil lamps, and candle wax. The floor is covered in flowers, oil, turmeric, and other ritual offerings. The aura of the place is so profound that one can almost hear the prayers of the faithful.

The folklore surrounding Sultan Ghari adds a layer of mystique to its history. As the legend goes, the prince’s days might have been rough, but his nights were a “bed of roses.” Every night, he slept on a bed laid with rose petals, meticulously arranged by a slave girl. One day, the girl succumbed to temptation and decided to see what it felt like to lie down on the bed. The prince was scheduled to return late, so she climbed into the bed, which was so comfortable that she drifted off to sleep—only to be woken up by an angry prince five hours later.

Nasir ud-Din dragged her from the bed and ordered her to be flogged. While under the lash, the girl laughed hysterically. The more she was flogged, the more she laughed. An irate prince commanded that she be whipped harder, but it did nothing to halt her mirth. Finally, completely bewildered, Nasir ud-Din put a stop to it and asked her what exactly it was that she found quite so funny.

The girl brazenly replied that if sleeping on his bed for a mere five hours could leave her feeling so vulnerable, how much weaker it must leave him, who slept on it all his life! The baffled prince stood silent. For a man known as Malik-us-Sharq (king of the east), acknowledged for bravery and grit, to be called a weakling was outrageous. She then told him, “You will never be a king of the land but will be the king of souls.”

As an avid traveler and photographer, I find Sultan Ghari’s quiet grandeur both humbling and inspiring. Each visit reveals new stories etched in stone, waiting to be told through my lens. The play of light and shadow on the red sandstone, the intricate details of the carvings, and the serene atmosphere create a perfect setting for capturing moments frozen in time.

The best time to visit Sultan Ghari is from October to March when the weather in Delhi is cooler, providing a more comfortable exploration experience. Despite being less visited, Sultan Ghari appeals greatly to photographers and history enthusiasts alike. Its distinctive appearance as a mausoleum that resembles a fort makes it a captivating subject for architectural photography.

Every day at sunset, this monument in the posh locality of Vasant Kunj yearns for the attention it deserves. Not only is it the resting place of a great warrior of huge importance in Indian history, but it also happens to be the first known Islamic tomb built in India. On the world map, it stands as the only mausoleum of a prince without a tomb covering the burial chamber. The prince who died young still waits for his moment of glory, a silent sentinel to history and devotion.