A wine called Wellington

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It has been a wet weekend here. But a perfectly wet one, to be honest. Perfect as the sky has remained depressed the entire day, melancholic with clouds. But not sad enough that it would rain and squander the clouds to bring forth the sun. In the artist’s words, it is the perfect amount of depression – tantalizing enough to eke out the emotions, and yet not enough to sob and waste away the rawness of the thoughts. Anyway, thinking of rains brought forth memories of Wellington – wet, wintry and cold. Yet beautiful. As I sit back and start […]


There’s something about Welly!

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It’s cold, windy, rainy and even has earthquakes. ‘Of course, it shakes, it sits on the freaking Ring of Fire!’ was how a colleague ranted about Wellington before we landed here. How can anyone then, ever love such a place? I would have thought the same. Only that the place was Wellington. And yes, I was an artist.  This city has a charm, a strange vibe that can best be felt, yet is difficult to describe. One needs to walk through its hilly boulevards, admire its street art, window shop in its tastefully decorated studios, get mesmerised in its rustic-yet-rich old books […]



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I am standing at the Majestic centre in the heart of Wellington. Majestic indeed, for it claims to be the tallest tower in Wellington, commanding unparalleled views. I look at the cerulean waters of the enclosed harbour, the crispy sunny skies and the beautiful chalets and apartments bedecking the hills, inching and spreading bit by bit on the slopes and tiringly claiming man’s victory over the world. But what attracts – rather distracts – me is an aeroplane. First one, then two, and three…it goes on. The airport seems to be located behind the curtain of hills rising in front […]