Was it when I found myself in the home of a village family, resolutely trying to flip a Lavash as it made its journey in the air from one hand to another? Or was it when, for the first time…
The Art Has Its Reasons
The immigration officer at Mumbai looks at my boarding pass and wants to know where Yeravan is. I tell him it is in Armenia. He ponders for a while and then asks me where Armenia is. I explain its geographical proximity to…
Passion with Compassion
As the waves gently lapped the rocky shores and the sun set on another gorgeous day in Koh Lanta, I sipped on my lemongrass margaritas and watched nature’s brush paint gorgeous colours against the skyline. It was a surreal setting…