After two weeks’ driving, climbing and exploring, I slept heavily and long on my first night home. When I did finally wake up, I just lay there with my eyes shut, letting my brain work things out in peace.
A little while later, I felt Tukesh roll towards me, gently touch my hair and whisper “You are so beautiful when you’re sleeping.”
My response: “Why? Because my mouth is shut for a change?”
Tags: Humour, India, Lucknow, Personal experience, travel
Punjabi burfi wrapped in newspaper
During my first trip to India, I spent a week in Lucknow with the mother of one of my friends from London. I was told to refer to her as Aunty, a general term used when speaking to older women in India. She was an elderly lady, frail in body but not in spirit; lively, entertaining and commanding.
Lucknow Aunty (as I have since come to think of her) had a home full of people, with a cook … Continue Reading
I’ve been a near-constant traveller, proflic photographer and story teller for years. After much cajoling by my audience (family, friends and colleagues), I am finally putting it all out into the ether.
I hope you enjoy these pages and would be grateful for any commentary, including constructive criticism.
Jennifer
