Of High Slits & Deep Necks | Playground Edition

“Meet me at the playground, come with me, fool around…”

Remember those bruises from falling around, those flip-flops, which got lost in the sand, the see-saws and the slides?

Those ups and downs in the playground eventually shaped those little kids with dreams to become women with power.

Here I am, cherishing those memories… ❤️


Double knot top: Koovs

Drop necklace: Koovs

Trousers: Zara

Shoes: Topshop





What Really Happens When A Solo Indian Female Traveller Travels The World

Mark Twain once said, “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

I listened.

It sounds easy, dreamy, almost like a fairytale, isn’t it? Well that’s what it sounded like to me. So as a gullible, naïve 19-year-old teenager, who believed anything and everything is possible, from New Delhi, bewitched by Mr. Twain, with parents as cautious as me cracking a semantic joke in the 21-st century without ruffling anyone’s feathers, I set out to explore, dream, discover. Travelling alone in India is still considered a risky, foolish pursuit for women but I promised my parents that I wouldn’t wander off to strange corners, always have pepper spray on me and keep them aware of my whereabouts. The first place I set my foot was New York for my summer school. I got off the plane, without any familiar faces to look into and head straight to the cab station.

“You must be Indian”, the cabbie remarked.

“I sure am” I gleamed as a proud national. I didn’t sense that little sprinkle of racism until I begun to completely immerse myself in the Empire State. While I did totally love being the easily recognisable brown girl, what I was not okay with was ONLY being that girl. Don’t get me wrong, I did have magical experiences, shared many glasses of Caprioska with a bunch of impressive strangers and oh those foodgasms! I was in love with the city and dreamed to make it my home someday.

Fast forward six months, I was alone in Krabi, Thailand after a bunch of my girlfriends cancelled on me. As an enthu-cutlet that I’m, I couldn’t wait to see what the town had to offer. I hopped to the cute little stores, which hung beautiful embroidered bags and crochet shorts. I picked up a few and as I proceeded to pay, the mid-60s Thai woman casually asked me where I was from. “India!” I said. She seemed a bit taken aback. As I tried to enquire about her expression, she exclaimed, “ Indians are rude. They no pay. You are sweet. I didn’t think you were from India”. While I did take a part of that remark as a compliment, the other part got me to think. It was a complisult, I figured. But all I did that moment was walk away.

SATC, the Burberry Ads and other works of fiction made me believe it was rather easy to meet people, get along and have a great time. For most part of it, it’s true. But not always, especially when seemingly casual conversations turn uncomfortable with subtle insertions of racism.

“How is your English so good?” (Believe it or not, I did have the “privilege” of attending a school. Just like you.”)

“You’re so gorgeous, especially for an Indian!” (Thanks, but no thanks!)

“Does India look like Slumdog Millionaire, a third world country?” (No, it’s a blend of amazing cultures & beautiful languages, a throbbing business hub, and a place of a lifetime!)

“Do you speak Indian?” (If it were a language, I would’ve!)

“You have Zara in India? OMG!”

“Did you ride the elephants to school?” (That would be damn cool now, wouldn’t it?)

I failed to understand how a person’s nationality and country defined them by such a great extent. At the TedGlobal 2014 Talk, Taiye Selasi said “To me, a country — this thing that could be born, die, expand, contract — hardly seemed the basis for understanding a human being.” I concur. Doesn’t a person’s experiences, stories, attitudes define a person more than just the place she was born in? Taiye Selasi further added “The myth of national identity and the vocabulary of coming from confuses us into placing ourselves into mutually exclusive categories. In fact, all of us are multi — multi-local, multi-layered. To begin our conversations with an acknowledgement of this complexity brings us closer together, I think, not further apart.”

It unfortunately did bring us further apart. Don’t get me wrong here. I’m only referring to about 35% of people I met along my journey. And they’re definitely not keeping me from going even further. What made me further upset was as I travelled through Europe & America among other continents, the few “well travelled” people I met along the way were in fact the most ignorant ones or that they chose to be.

But here it is – People will reduce you on the basis of things you have no control over. But you must still keep going. The journey is beautiful, and even the most gorgeous roses have thorns. Tell those people that it’s impossible to understand a country’s cultural theme from the outside, show them the reality of where you belong, be patient, teach them what they don’t understand. The world is not just a place to learn, but a place to teach as well. Communicate, inform, advise. And for every person you educate, there is one fewer person who doesn’t think of Indian as a language but as a diverse nation that is multilingual, multicultural and oh-so-gorgeous!

It’s been 4 years since I travelled solo for the very first time. I’ve visited 25 countries since. I most definitely fell in love with the journey the way “Prometheus fell in love with humans.” It has been ecstatic, amusing, breathtaking, educational, surprising, uncomfortable, too comfortable, thrilling, scary, offbeat and so much more… I will never forget watching the sunset at Oia, Santorini, enjoying the fourth of July fireworks in New York, kayaking in Koh Hong, skinny dipping in Paris, sipping martinis at the infinity pool in Singapore, falling asleep with strangers by the river… these are the stories that define me, the adventures and the people I’ve met along the way have built my personality, brick by brick.

To me, to judge an individual by the colour of their skin or their country of origin is purely wrong because, hey, there is so much more!



Gopika E.M.


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11 Offbeat Dishes To Try In New Delhi

“I’ll order what I ate last time I was here…” – We’ve all been there, done that. Ordered the same Big Chill pasta, the usual pepperoni pizza or the exact same thai curry! Don’t you disagree to that! *wink*

It’s about time we break the cycle, cleanse our palates and dive into something more *offbeat*, something you don’t try every other day. Say yes?

1. Cinnamon crepes stuffed & served with ricotta, wilted spinach, roasted pine nuts, do piaza gravy, curry leaf & parmesan masala at Eau De Monsoon – Le Meridien


2. Spinach gnocchi with beans purée & butter garlic sauce at Perch Wine & Coffee Bar, Vasant Vihar


3.(Left) Chenna & passion fruit brûlée with chocolate rasmalai terrine. (Right.) Gulab jamun malai cheesecake with rose ice cream and red fruit compote at Le Meridien.


4.Nepali Platter at Yeti, G.K 2

Tibetan dinners on Friday nights

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5.Rasberry Delice at Yauatcha

Sunday night cravings.

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6.Dal Chawal Aranchini at Farzi Cafe, DLF Cyber Hub

Who knew dal-chawal could look this fancy?!

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7.Khao Tang Gai Yang – rice crackers topped with tofu and chilly at Ziu, Sangam Courtyard

Thai Thursdays (above.) Khao Tang Gai Yang – rice crackers topped with tofu and chilly.

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8.Jalapeno Mac n Cheese with Parmesan Crust at Social Offline, Hauz Khas


9.Pumpkin Manti & Mushroom Manti at Lavaash By Saby


10.Parle-G Cheesecake at Farzi Cafe, C.P

Nostalgic feels #ParleG! Sneak peak at @farzicafe #Delhi #BeforeAnyoneElse

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11.Our Quinoa Salad at Coast Cafe, Hauz Khas Village

Wholesome goodness – Quinoa, shredded arugula, olives, feta, cherry tomatoes and pomegranates ✨

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Have I missed out anything? Write to me & let me know here so I can try your yummazing suggestions!

Till then, enjoy the food coma…😀



New Delhi Summer Drinks

The BEST Summer Drinks In Delhi (The Only List You Need!)

Move over the classic mojitos and Piña coladas, beat the heat with these delicious summer drinks. (Trust me, this is  ALL you need this season!).

  1. Berry Blast At The Tea Room From Blossom Kochhar, Hauz Khas Village

Berry blast #summeressentials ☀️

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2. The Soul Smoothie And The Kiwi & Cantaloupe Melon Cooler At Smoke House Deli

Happy luncheon.

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3. Masala Buttermilk At Coast Cafe, Hauz Khas Village

4. (YES!!) Popsicle Cocktails at Fio, Garden Of Five Senses

Popsicle cocktails to beat the heat 🍥🍷🍧

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5. The City Of Nizams At Ek Bar

The city of Nizams – Gin, orange syrup, turmeric and tonic, done the #Indian way! #aroundDelhi ✨

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6. Mahua Mehul And Narangi At Lavaash By Saby


So, how many have you checked off the list?😉

Best Cocktails In Singapore

What To Do In Singapore If You Love… Cocktails!

Bespoke, personalized, classic or signature – here are places that do cocktails best!

Sip into Gin & Tonic that won’t disappoint at Club 39, Duxton Hill


Let Bar Stories surprise you with an unexpected cocktail!


Take a sip of the classic Lucha Margarita at Lucha Loco

The Lucha Margarita 🙌

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Dive into the flavors of Bee Sting at P.S Cafe, Dempsey Hill

Bee sting - zubrowka, padi infused vodka, fresh ginger & honey 🙌

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Watch the sunset at CÉ LA VI while sipping the classic Singapore Sling