Reminiscence of Puducherry, of Le Dupleix and beyond…

It is such a sight as one enters as the arch welcoming you to into this little part of French colonized India named Puducherry. You see the local policemen in red caps and white uniforms, the city kept neat and tidy by the union government, much different from the rest of the country. There is…

I am Retro Gypsy

I am gypsy soul walking this earth and wandering through coastlines looking ahead and beyond. I have stopped, rested in a place where I hear the blustering music calling from the shores, the heartiest laughs, and the loudest conversations. This is where I dwell in trance, it is here where Goa Gill and Raja Ram tripped on it, it…