The god Krishna is apparently as butter-fingered, as he is butter-loving.
Spring 2009: A memoir about the magic that followed from a simple knock on a wooden door in Pondicherry, India.
When traveling, we like to blend in with the locals, as much as possible.
The sight of the sun setting over the Aravali Hills across Lake Pichola was so enchanting, I couldn't resist trying to capture a little bit of it's twinkle for my very own.
Sometimes when you're traveling, you find yourself in strange places.