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I have been unable to post pictures of my hometown for the past one month. Partially due to the fact that I was travelling to India for 3 weeks and on return it has been very hectic at home and work.
In the meanwhile I did post some pictures of my trip to India.Plan to be back posting pictures of my hometown starting this coming Monday. Watch out. Until then enjoy some of these random
photos taken every now and then …
This was my first visit to Mumbai as a grown up adult. My last visit was in 1982 when I was very young. I remember having arguments with my cousins from Mumbai how Delhi was superior to it. But seeing is believing. Though I do have a soft corner for Delhi , yet the place that has caught my attention now is definitely Mumbai. It is a parallel version of NYC. There is a strange source of urgency in the air and people are nice and friendly. there is a vibrancy that is missing in Delhi. I am planning a trip already with my kids sometime next year. Here are a few memorable pictures from the trip.
The Airavateswara temple at Darasuram with its heavily ornamented pillars accurate in detail and richly sculpted walls, is a classic example of Chola art and architecture. This is the second time I am visiting this temple. Dharasuram is a town located 3 kilometres from Kumbakonam in Thanjavur District, Tamil Nadu, India. Each time I visit this temple I am amazed by the brilliant architecture and the serenity surrounding this small town.A must visit for anyone venturing to visit Tamil Nadu..
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India trips are always hectic and especially more so when it is just 2 weeks.This time I was in a different city almost every other day visiting temples and family with my mother and brothers and niece. It was tiring but very fulfilling.Best part being able to take my mom to visit her ancestral property in Tanjore. She is 82 and the house itself is 125 plus yrs old. I could see the joy in her face and remembering all her childhood days.She became animated explaining all her friends names living on the same street and how she used to play/spend time with them.
I am already missing all the hungama/entertainment.Life in USA without extended family is dull 😦 Here are a few pictures from my visit. Sit back and enjoy.