Chapter 1 The Sun. The Sand. The Sea. There was a time when Puri meant only the sea. I remember the ...
Jagannath Dev
Mathapuli
It is that time of the year again. The week when the wheels of Lord Jagannath’s mighty chariot begin to ...
Arisa Pitha
It’s a rain-drenched July afternoon. A knock on the door shakes me out of slumber. Such an ideal weather ...
Poda Pitha
I have never quite been able to explain why Puri holds such a special place in my heart. May be it’s the ...
Rasabali
Wave after wave lashes the shore. With a monotonous predictability that only Nature can guarantee. I ...