Mridul Pareek

This Is Why I’m Mad About Mandu [Photoblog]

When I informed my parents that I was going to Mandu, they were quite confused as they had never even heard of it. In case you haven’t heard of it either, Mandu is a small town situated in Dhar district of Madhya Pradesh. And the reason why I was so excited to go there is because it is home to some of the most beautiful medieval Afghan architecture in India.

'Don't Smile At The Auto-Wala'

After six days there, I was convinced that Bangalore had a certain lazy sensuality to it, one that apparently extended to auto-walas. Using the mirrors on either side of the rickshaw, I glanced at him, imagining meeting him in a different context -- as a cousin's friend or a colleague at my internship in Hyderabad. A context that admittedly stripped him of his khaki uniform and punted him up several classes.
Tushar Dhara

A Watery Death: My Haunting Visit To A ‘Ghost' Village

Ambhora is a village that has been abandoned, left to the ghosts. All the people are gone. The houses are breaking and nature is reclaiming the habitation. The village lies on the banks of the Wainganga and in more habitable times, in the not too distant past, boys played cricket and held wrestling matches on the sandy banks. As the water level rose due to the damming of the river families started leaving. Ambhora has not disappeared, yet, but the water is not far away.

No Palaces, No Plans And In The Middle Of Nowhere: A Honeymoon In Rajasthan

Once or twice, during what seemed-like-an-hour long journey, we would see a few people far away, mostly children whose voices were carried over to us by the desert wind. "Byeeeee....", they would say, and if we squinted hard, we could see their hands in the air, waving at us. While friendly goodbyes from strangers wouldn't usually bother us, their "byes" were beginning to sound like final farewells, especially since we had no clue where we were, and what we were doing.