A Calm Day in Mombasa City, Africa

-Dedicated to Kate Cardoz On the windy south-east expanse of Mombasa Island, lay an old town with flaky white walls and ancient window sills. It lay brooding and distant like a solitary man looking at the vast sea in contemplation, and its inmates spent their lives with a cool calm flair, as if they livedContinue reading “A Calm Day in Mombasa City, Africa”

Noontime Dumplings in Beijing

A city in which everything real existed in the backstreets. Food was wok-tossed into the air and sesame, soy, and mustard hit the brain before making it to the belly.  People weary from their day jobs sat down on rickety stools to have the meal of their lives. Roasted duck: an addiction. Everything seemed likeContinue reading “Noontime Dumplings in Beijing”

The Sea Shell Collector of Baia: a Trip to an Underwater City

– dedicated to Vandana Lohia With her gaze fixed on the swirling shell of Tyrrhenian Sea, Mizu was confounded by the secrets of the old city that had crept into her ears without warning. What began as an underwater tour of a 2000 year old Roman party city, turned into an expose on the privateContinue reading “The Sea Shell Collector of Baia: a Trip to an Underwater City”

La Comida in Mexico City

The one thing Mizu would remember from her stay in Mexico City was the comida. She liked to say the word ever so often to remember how she felt. A comida was an extended lunch in Mexico city that started at 2:00 pm and went on until the end of work hours. Nobody cared muchContinue reading “La Comida in Mexico City”

Barrow, the City of the 1:00 am Sun

– Dedicated to Kimberley Remedios Barrow is America’s northernmost city and also the boon of nature’s misery. Here, the sun doesn’t rise for two months in winter, and in summer, the sun inhabits the sky for 80 long days and nights. It confounds everything known about time, it suspends it into this vast eternity ofContinue reading “Barrow, the City of the 1:00 am Sun”

Wearing a Bamboo Hat around Hanoi, Vietnam

~dedicated to Prerna Mukherjee Mizu was getting used to Hanoi’s streets. It wasn’t long until she realized the lack of street-crossing rules. She had waited for a good fifteen minutes before she took a step, and then another, dodged a big Hanoi cyclo and scurried across the road. She didn’t dare look up to seeContinue reading “Wearing a Bamboo Hat around Hanoi, Vietnam”

Hot coffee in burning city – Centralia, Pennsylvania

Mizu is in the city of Centralia. Only five city dwellers live here because the place is literally on fire. It can perish anytime, even as you read this story. A realization of sorts had dawned upon Mizu. She was sipping on a cup of coffee, with a 77-year-old man, in a wooden cottage inContinue reading “Hot coffee in burning city – Centralia, Pennsylvania”

Evenings in Kowloon City – Part 2

Mizu and Zelda walked into the upscale Ozone bar that had swanky blue lights and foggy glass windows. At its far end, they met a group of Chinese and Japanese men and women that were hurdled together, deep in conversation. Among the troop, one woman stood out. She had her hair tied up like theContinue reading “Evenings in Kowloon City – Part 2”

Evenings in Kowloon City, Hong Kong

Mizu had been in Hong Kong only for three days and Kowloon City had already begun to feel like that painting in a posh household that was passed down through generations. Its crooked frame hung in the halls of Hong Kong in an enigmatic and familiar air and Mizu spent hours gazing at the city,Continue reading “Evenings in Kowloon City, Hong Kong”

Victoria, Seychelles – The City of the Forbidden Fruit

Mizu stood under the cool shade of the coco-de-mer trees whose palms stretched over her to block the whole sky. A little sea breeze notoriously rattled its giant fruits and a loud “dud dud dud” crossed the seas and entered the nook of Victoria city. Mizu was on the Praslin, one of Seychelles’ islands farContinue reading “Victoria, Seychelles – The City of the Forbidden Fruit”