Mahi Adlakha

If you ever find yourself in the coastal folds of Karnataka, stay up late one night. Follow the sound of

Diwali mornings don’t sneak up on you; they hit like a drumbeat. Incense curls through the air, rangoli powders leave

Half-hidden in the mist-draped folds of the Pontic Mountains, Sumela Monastery in Turkey doesn’t just sit on a cliff, it

Diwali is louder than traffic jams, sweeter than mithai, and brighter than any city skyline, but sometiormes, it’s also a

Diwali isn’t just a festival; it’s a city-wide permission slip to let loose. Think of terraces in South Delhi lit

Mobility in India isn’t just about getting from one end of a city to another anymore. It’s turning into an

Diwali wears many faces across India, bursting with colour in some places, steeped in silence and spirit in others. In

Diwali in Karnataka isn’t just about flickering lamps, it’s a full-on spectacle. The air smells of ghee sizzling, jaggery

Ayodhya on Diwali doesn’t announce itself with banners; it seeps into you through fleeting moments: a marigold draped crookedly

As Diwali approaches, there’s a kind of magic that spills out of every window and courtyard. Lights bloom like fireflies,

Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan and famously known as the Pink City, is a living canvas of history and culture.

Toothpicks might be the smallest thing on the table, but the way you use them can quietly shape how people