By G Arunima on January 06, 2014
Praha. A name. An idea. A vision in blue, grey and orange. Cities as we all know are spaces we inhabit, physically, but often, far more, in our minds. I had never been to Praha before the last week of December 2013, but had wanted to from as long as I can remember. The reasons were many, and as with these things, predictably varied. Growing up in a journalist- academic ‘communist’ family, contact with the erstwhile socialist countries was not unusual. The exposure, however, was often interesting, and now when I look back, unexpected.
