Rediscovering Playfulness on the Frozen Bay of Oulu
Frozen People, a festival of electronic music and art on the frozen sea | Photo: Harri Tarvainen

Rediscovering Playfulness on the Frozen Bay of Oulu

In Central Europe, the winters of my childhood have become ghosts – muddy, grey, and increasingly brief. You can still book a holiday in the mountains to find guaranteed white views, but the limitless snow that once lived for weeks on your doorstep is long gone. That’s why I ventured to the north of Finland. Not to touristy Rovaniemi with its cute elves and Santa, but slightly further south, to the shores of the Gulf of Bothnia and the vibrant city of Oulu.

Wrapped in dense pine forests, caressed by the Bothnian Bay, and refreshed by the delta of the Oulujoki river, nature is a core part of the local lifestyle. Still, as the largest city in Northern Finland and the European Capital of Culture 2026, it remains remarkably lively. 

I went looking for the winter I remembered, but I found something much better: a community that doesn’t just endure sub-zero temperatures, but plays with them in a deeply creative way.

Bay of Oulu
What at first seems from a distance to be an endless expanse of white is actually a party on the frozen Baltic | Zuzana Zimmermannova 

Dancing on (not so) Thin Ice

Wherever I look, there is only an endless expanse of white. The sun, finally emerging from a veil of grey, intensifies the feeling of a strangely inviting void. Yet, out here on the frozen Baltic off the edge of Nallikari beach, the void is an illusion.

Clusters of people trek across the crusted snow, weaving between colourful pinwheels and temporary art installations. Groups grill sausages over open fires, their woodsmoke mingling with the crisp air; children roll in the snow while cross-country skiers glide past, slowing their pace out of sheer curiosity. Beneath my boots, a low electronic pulse vibrates through the ice – a rhythmic promise of the party that will swell under the cold sky once darkness falls.

The seed for Frozen People Festival, a one-day celebration of the sub-zero, was planted years ago by Heikki Myllylahti, director of the Oulu Urban Culture association. “Most festivals happen in the summer, but we’re Finns – we live outdoors in the winter, too,” Heikki explains. “We wanted to do something beyond ice fishing. The frozen sea reminded us of the desert at Burning Man.”

The festival’s 2022 debut was a trial by fire – or rather, frost – testing if speakers and decks could survive minus 30C. They did. And so did the ice, which by late February thickens to over 80 cm, a sturdy stage for Oulu’s “coolest” experiment. By the following sunset, every trace had vanished, leaving the sea once again a blank white canvas – as if the whole thing had been nothing more than a vivid dream – until next year.

In the Polar Bear Pitching Competition, a few minutes of shivering can launch a career | Zuzana Zimmermannova 

The Art of Becoming a Polar Bear

Once a cornerstone of the Nokia era, this Baltic port has evolved into a forward-thinking hub pioneering 6G technology. Yet, Oulu refuses to take its prestige too seriously, maintaining a deadpan sense of humour that I witness firsthand the following morning.

“May the sisu be with you.”  

I am standing at the edge of an ice hole in the Oulujoki River, where a grand red carpet leads straight into the freezing dark. The contestants will need every drop of sisu – that untranslatable Finnish grit required to persevere against impossible odds. Soon, the first entrepreneur sheds his robe and, clad in nothing but swimwear, steps into the black water to pitch to a panel of international investors.

In this Polar Bear Pitching arena, a few minutes of shivering can launch a career or secure a €10,000 investment. As a contestant from Japan holds his ground, the audience pulls their scarves tighter; the clock shows he’s been submerged in the sub-zero water for over seven minutes. This year’s victory eventually goes to the Swiss startup Ionic Wind, ironically awarded for their ultra-silent cooling technology.

It is a perfect fit for Oulu, a city where the local mindset dictates: “If it works in the ice, it works anywhere.”

“It started in 2013, during the Nokia layoffs,” recalls Polar Bear Pitching co-founder Mia Kemppaala. “Oulu was written off; critics said you’d soon be able to buy houses here for a pittance. But in the North, nothing is over until you stop acting.”

Instead of hiding from the brutal winters, they chose to embrace them. “Winter is who we are,” Mia says. I am amazed to realise how, by carving a hole in the frozen river and inviting the world to watch, they turned a crisis into a global showcase of resilience.

A steady stream of winter cyclists glide across a bridge, undaunted by the snow | Zuzana Zimmermannova 

Ice, Ice, Sauna

As I leave the riverbank with the rhythmic “crunch-crunch” of snow under my boots, I find myself admiring the steady stream of cyclists. They glide across the bridge toward the picturesque island of Pikisaari – a cluster of colourful wooden houses – pedalling through snow as if it were a midsummer breeze. 

To counter the bite of the air, there is the omnipresent world of the sauna. In Oulu, the options read like a crème de la crème menu of heat: saunas with river dips, snow baths, or floating rafts that drift along the current. At the pinnacle of this menu lies a temporary ice sauna built from massive blocks of ice. I watch as the blocks melt and refreeze as the temperature climbs inside, the walls shifting from total transparency to a frosted veil.

The glowing turquoise structure is a community project of the AaltoSiilo initiative, centred on a 1931 woodchip silo designed by Alvar and Aino Aalto. This landmark is being transformed into a research centre and cultural hub for the Meri-Toppila neighbourhood. It is a deliberate choice; this area is home to 100 nationalities – many of them transient students or refugees for whom the Silo offers an anchor. And although the ice sauna is a temporary feat, the new community space is here to stay.

Grilling sausages on the frozen Bothnian Bay (left) and ice sauna (right) | Zuzana Zimmermannova 

Arctic Dinner at Arctic Temperatures

Even though winter reigns in Oulu from November to April, the local joy is never hibernating. For Oululaiset, being outdoors is not a challenge to be met, but a way of life. You can see it in the small details – the popular Hupisaaret City Park, nestled on the islands of the Oulujoki River delta, is lit up around the clock so people can enjoy it even during the polar nights.

By the time the owner of a greenhouse café suggested we eat dinner outside in -15C, I knew I could simply trust the process. The middle of our wooden table was soon glowing with a central fire. Within minutes, we were grilling reindeer sausages and leipäjuusto – a squeaky cheese topped with golden cloudberry jam.

These are arctic delicacies protected by the Arctic Food Lab, a label celebrating the unique flavours of the North. When the air grew sharper, we simply moved the birch wood closer to the flames and took long sips of glögi, a spiced, steaming tea. 

Befriending reindeer is simple, provided you have enough tasty lichen | Zuzana Zimmermannova 

And Just Like That …

On my last night, sleep wouldn’t come. I pulled on my “onion layers” of tech-wear once more and walked toward Hupisaaret Park. At that late hour, the only other souls out were bike couriers, their tyres humming across the white roads and bridges.

In the centre of the park, a fully lit hill beckoned. At the summit, I found a pile of plastic sledges and shovels – unlocked, unattended, with only a small note asking riders to bring them back up when finished. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

And just like that, I was flying down the slope and trudging back up, again and again, reclaimed by the same energy I felt as a child waiting to be picked up from kindergarten. I eventually returned to my room, heart racing against the cold, wearing a wide “banana smile” that no sub-zero wind could bite through.

As I sit now waiting for my plane, watching the last of the Oulu horizon through the terminal glass, I am struck by the unexpected lightness of the past days – followed by ice-floating in Teletubby suits in Kemi and reindeer sleigh rides. 

By watching the locals walk their dogs across a frozen bay or turn the sea into a dance floor, I realised that climate change hasn’t just stolen our snow – it has stolen a specific type of seasonal joy. 

Oulu has awoken the child in me again – not just through the presence of the snow, but by the locals’ relentless, glowing attitude toward the cold.

Zuzana Zimmermannova

Traveller

Zuzana Zimmermannova is a globally experienced freelance journalist with a passion for storytelling. With a portfolio built across 50+ countries, she delivers compelling travel stories, soulful interviews with people who live with passion and purpose, and insightful reports. Her work appears in Forbes, GEO, Go World Travel, Nota Bene and more. She loves to uncover curiosities across culture, food, and the everyday wonders of the world. Currently based in Slovakia, she is fueled by wanderlust, the joy of dance, crafting all things artsy – from handmade journals to clay creations – and the calling of the ocean.

Time to Read:  7 Minutes
29 May 2026
Category:
Travellers' Tales - Nature

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Finding Serenity in the Teeming Metropolis of Mumbai
In the Darbar Hall, though the sculpture has been eroded by time, the grandeur endures | All photos: Christina Daniels

Finding Serenity in the Teeming Metropolis of Mumbai

Bombay, or Mumbai, is India’s city that never sleeps. Some say it is chaos. Others call it full of noise. But it’s more like a gigantic simmering cup of masala tea, flavoured with the lives of the 21 million Mumbaikars who call it home. Spaces where you experience stillness in the tumult matter. That is what drew us to the Kanheri Caves.

On a warm summer morning in March, my partner and I caught an autorickshaw (as tuk-tuks are locally known) from our Airbnb in Borivali, a Mumbai suburb that I have always enjoyed for its lazy pace in a city that otherwise never pauses. It was his third visit to Mumbai, and with my local knowledge, I wanted to show him a side to the city he had not yet seen. 

10 minutes later, we were at the gates of the Sanjay Gandhi National Park. Not many travellers visit this 103.84 km² protected area, which is mainly frequented by locals. I noticed that it even shared a common wall with an apartment complex next door, it had merged so seamlessly with the city.

Once we got our tickets, a bus ride through the park followed. As we made our way through the vast, open landscape, we passed the occasional morning jogger and groups of cyclists. Others were trekking through the park. Then, a familiar hill appeared through the forest landscape. 

We were at the Kanheri Caves.

Arriving at the Kanheri Caves at dawn on a warm summer morning in Mumbai

A Chronicle Etched in Rock

The caves at Kanheri are among the largest and oldest such Buddhist complexes anywhere in India. They’re set in the Kanheri Hills, which draw their name from ‘Kanhagiri’ or black mountain in Prakrit, the people’s language, and ‘Krishnagiri’ or the dark hills in Sanskrit, the language of scholars.  

The caves were first etched into rock in the era of the Satavahana kings. To put this in historical perspective, this was at a time when Cleopatra was still the Pharaoh of Egypt. Over the next 2000 years, the caves would continue to receive patronage from Indian kings across dynasties. It gradually spread to over 110 caves, becoming the complex with the highest number of caves carved out of a single formation of rock.

In the course of its long history, many Buddhist sects flourished here, and it came to be known as a centre of learning in the ancient world. This can be seen in the distinct artistic styles used in the cave. 

It also had enough of an impact on ancient travellers for them to make a mention of it in their travelogues. Then, as Buddhism declined, the caves fell into disuse over many centuries.

The modern metropolis of Mumbai later grew around it, but never completely erased it.

Mumbai, India
When we entered Kanheri’s most impressive chaitya, ornamented pillars led to a gigantic stupa

The Architecture of Faith

As we walked up the slightly inclined slope leading to the caves, the main complex slowly came into view. True to its name, it’s a dark rock structure, which appears to have been chiselled by giant human hands. In the soft morning light, surrounded by the forest landscape, it was almost magical.

But as we drew closer, we realised it is an unfinished cave, left untouched to give visitors an insight into the excavation methodology at Kanheri. 

Some caves later, we saw what the builders had ultimately achieved, when we entered Kanheri’s most impressive chaitya or prayer hall. Ornamented pillars and walls end in a gigantic stupa here. Just outside the hall, massive statues of Buddha rise out of the rock. This set our expectation for the rest of our exploration. 

But we soon found that grand chaityas were usually interspersed by many austere viharas or small cells. These are not unlike the spartan cells in Christian monasteries that monks used for both meditation and living. 

While many of the early caves were viharas, which were more closely associated with the simplicity of early Buddhist practice, the later caves were usually chaityas, reflecting the growing influence of the more elaborate Mahayana Buddhist traditions.

Massive statues of Buddha rise out of the rock, setting the expectation for our exploration

The stature of this centre became clearer as we entered the Darbar Hall or the main prayer hall. While the sculpture that adorned this cave has been eroded by time, the scale of this structure gives it an enduring grandeur.

The overwhelming tone throughout the caves scattered across the hill remains one of sombre magnificence and penance. The sculpture, when it appears – either as gigantic stupas or statues – though complex, elevates the structure.  

Inscriptions outside the caves point to the rich patrons who had donated their wealth to build these caves. But there is also a deeper intelligence behind the structure that has helped it endure. This is not just the skill needed to carve a monastery into stone, but also in its unique drainage system that used channels cut into the rock to guide monsoon rains into carefully placed cisterns.

For one grand moment, commerce, artistry and faith all intersect.  

Somewhere on the horizon, the city rose almost like a distant dream

An Ascent Into Stillness  

The profound stillness around us made this experience of discovery more poignant, as somewhere on the horizon, the city rose almost like a distant dream. 

We experienced the Kanheri Caves deeply and slowly, as travellers who stumble upon an ancient monument, and realise for a moment that they have it all to themselves. It was hard to believe that we were still in India’s busiest city. We felt as if we had gained sanctuary within a sanctuary.

There were signs of the forest at the periphery too. But it is never an overwhelming presence. Both the forest and the caves that it surrounds are old, and they rest easily beside each other.

In the noise of the city, we know silence is always possible – if one only knows where to look.

Christina Daniels

Storyteller

Christina Khalil is a writer, author, poet, and photographer based between Austria and Bangalore, India. She is the author of the cinematic filmography I’ll Do It My Way: The Incredible Journey of Aamir Khan, the novella Ginger Soda Lemon Pop and an anthology of poems – Being, Becoming, Being. Her writing is informed by her travels across 18 countries on four continents. In her hometown, Bangalore, Christina was an Airbnb experience host and founded History In Your Backyard, a community initiative to help Bangaloreans rediscover the history of the city in everyday spaces. Find her work online.

Time to Read:  5 Minutes
Storyteller: Christina Daniels
24 May 2026
Category:
Local Stories - Customs and Traditions

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Feeling the Earth Breathe in Sakurajima, Japan
Sakurajima appeared primal and mystifying from afar | Photo: Parco Chan, Unsplash

Feeling the Earth Breathe in Sakurajima, Japan

On a journey to Japan in the last days of March, the sights from the ferry as it slowly crossed Kagoshima Bay couldn’t have felt more alien.

Having spent a week exploring Kyushu, the striking, lesser-known island at the southwest of the archipelago’s mainland, my companions and I had been enthralled by what we experienced and found great satisfaction in venturing as far off the beaten track as we had, by the standards of Westerners travelling to Japan. 

The spellbinding sakura that draw so many visitors to Japan, with their fragrant cherry blossom petals drifting like confetti all across the pink and white groves. The bustling market streets and littoral vibrancy of Fukuoka, reminding us of the seaside cityscape of Hong Kong.

The awe-inspiring Kumamoto Castle and the mesmerising Suizenji Park. The contrasting feels of Nagasaki, balancing a sobering visit to the Air Raid Shelters with soothing views of the Spectacles Bridge and the Buddhist and Shinto temples uphill from the city centre. 

Yet our discovery of Sakurajima, after riding the Shinkansen to the city of Kagoshima and heading down to the harbour to board the ferry bound for the volcanic landmass across the bay, could’ve come from a completely different trip altogether.

Formerly an island, until the lava flows of an eruption in 1914 formed a narrow isthmus connecting the isle with the Osumi Peninsula on the eastern side of the bay, Sakurajima appeared primal and mystifying from afar as we got aboard the ferry. 

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We crossed the bay in drizzly fog, standing on the deck and looking at the clouds concealing Sakurajima | Xavier Martinez

Crossing the bay in drizzly fog, standing on the deck of the ship and beholding the thick quilt of clouds concealing the massive volcanic peaks and the lush sloping forests at the heart of the island, we were surprised by the view of the townsite by the port of Sakurajima. It looked like an unassuming seaside village, kind of like one of the towns on exclusive Martha’s Vineyard in the US… if Martha’s Vineyard were a less ostentatiously affluent destination in the shadow of an active stratovolcano in Japan.

Upon disembarking the ferry, we walked into town and came across a shoreline of jagged black rock alongside a quiet boardwalk where, curiously enough, a large hot-spring foot bath welcomed visitors to soak their feet while gazing at the volcano. Reaching a trail crossing the molten lava field, my companions and I hadn’t expected to see so many signs of human and natural life on the craggy shores of the island. 

Trees, ferns, and shrubs in shades of green, orange, red, and brown, which seemed invigorated as much by the warm subtropical breeze as by the salty seaside air. Anglers on offshore fishing platforms and stilted docks protruding from the rugged shoreline, calmly casting their lines as if the only thing on their minds was fish, without a hint of the smoke or lava that could have emerged above their heads.

Ferries crisscrossing the bay, unhurried pink and white ships moving to and fro amidst the strong winds and rough waves separating Sakurajima from the more temperate climes of Kyushu. Every bend in the trail revealed a startling intersection of brute volcanic discharge and persistent regeneration of nature by the primaeval waters of Kagoshima Bay.

Ferries crisscrossed the bay through strong winds and rough waves | Xavier Martinez

The afternoon saw us take on a different expedition into the heart of the island. Learning of a bus circuit departing from the port and connecting the townsite with the Yunohira Observatory further inland, we managed to hop on one of the buses as it pulled over at a local inn close to the lava field.

Venturing deep into the luxuriant cluster of woods forming a belt around the volcano, we recollected what we had read about Sakurajima as we neared the observatory, which was the closest point to the peaks that the public could access. 

Remembering how the volcano was said to smoke constantly and mildly erupt on a regular basis, with nearly daily plumes of smoke and ash rising into the sky, we noticed that the roads kept us conveniently away from the two-kilometre exclusion zone, mandated by the local authorities to prevent people from getting too close to the summit.

As the bus took us higher into the forests at the foot of the volcano, with the canopy of verdant and scarlet foliage nearly acting as a shield between us human travellers and the billowing smoke that could have risen at any time from the craters above, a strange calmness came over me.

I couldn’t put my finger on what that feeling was exactly, but as we arrived at the observatory and got off the bus to take in the exhilarating views of the peaks’ emerald-green and ash-grey slopes, I realised what Sakurajima’s secret character was to me.

We took in exhilarating views of the peaks’ emerald-green and ash-grey slopes | Xavier Martinez

The volcano was supremely powerful, yes, and definitely still breathing. Anyone who saw pictures of the 1914 eruption or news footage of the eruptions of the past couple of years would agree.

It most likely wouldn’t become dormant anytime soon, and its spews of smoke and ash might one day give way to a magma-filled eruption laying greater devastation to this part of Japan and the wider region. The volcano still presented a danger, but it didn’t necessarily feel hostile. The impression it gave was not one of fiery belligerence raging from the deepest confines of the earth.

Even with the warning levels and the advisories to the locals when the volcano poses a more immediate and serious risk, and with the evacuation drills and shelters from volcanic debris in place throughout the area of Kagoshima, there didn’t seem to be any sense of foreboding for people to live their lives in the shadow of the volcano. Daily life at the foot of these mighty peaks, even with the ever-present smoke and ash spewing skyward, could go on in Sakurajima.

And as I looked back at the island from the ferry bringing us back to Kagoshima, gazing at this simultaneously lush and barren volcanic land, I could still feel Sakurajima inhaling and exhaling from the chasmic furnaces in our planet’s core. And I knew the people living under its eternal, elemental dominion would keep on thriving in their own way.

Xavier Martinez

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Xavier Martinez is a writer and filmmaker based in Montreal, Canada. His writing has been published in Ori, Borderline Tales, Retro Dodo, Theme Park Magazine, and Offscreen. His photography has been published in Reverie, Spadina Literary Review, and The Sunlight Press. He runs the emerging film and video production company CanyonGem Productions S.E.N.C. with his brother Pablo; learn more about their work at canyongemproductions.com.

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Traveller: Xavier Martinez
4 May 2026
Category:
Travellers' Tales - Nature

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A Trip to the Saturday Morning Market in St Pete
A market visit wouldn’t be complete without farm-fresh flowers for the table | All photos: Shalin Kripalani Lele

A Trip to the Saturday Morning Market in St Pete

If you happen to be in St Petersburg, Florida, for a weekend, you’ll find the very essence of the city at the corner of 1st Avenue South and 1st Street. The Saturday Morning Market is a St Pete local’s favourite weekend ritual, having become a city staple over the past 24 years.

As the early sun warms the waterfront, I walk towards the Al Lang Stadium parking lot, an unlikely but fitting home for a market born of a creative and sustainable city by the water like St Pete. 

Canvas tote on my shoulder, sandals on my feet, I head towards the coffee truck run by a Florida roastery, and begin my morning with a nitro cold brew topped with almond milk – a perfect start to a brisk and sunny spring Saturday.

I start my Saturday Morning Market exploration at a booth with bags made from vibrant recycled sails from local sailboats, run by a mother-daughter team who have woven their passions – art and marine science – into handy waterproof bags. Nearby, I spot hand-screen-printed tea towels that would make an ideal gift for an art and nostalgia lover. 

In an example of creative re-use, multi-media cat art – using old book paper as a canvas – catches my eye, while at the end of the row of stallholders, a maker has turned locally felled trees into satiny wooden bowls. In St Pete, art and sustainability go hand-in-hand. 

St Pete
Two passions, art and marine science, combine in recycled sailcloth bags at one artist’s stall

I pick up some stationery at a paper design booth, where the artist shares her creative spark via hand-drawn designs that grace everything from note cards to bookmarks – just the kind my child will claim before I can wrap them for him. 

Nearby, I taste some sweet local honey, harvested this winter by another mother-daughter duo, who light up as they explain how their bees seem to know exactly when to appear in their backyard – the source of most of their harvest – with a nearby park supplying the rest. 

As Rebecca and her mom share their delight in the whole whirring, buzzing operation, I’m reminded of what locals and vendors alike call the market’s most special gift – the people.

Thinking about the evening meal, I wait patiently in a queue for the mushroom seller, along with regulars presumably seeking their weekly oyster and maitake. I join the line and choose some locally grown Italian brown mushrooms for our dinner tonight – earthy and savoury, they will be lovely with our pasta. I will complement it with fresh salad vegetables from the farm stand ahead.

As I walk towards the rest of my dinner ingredients, I’m stopped by a new healthy treat spot – dairy-free, refined-sugar-free and gluten-free nut butter-based chocolate. The macadamia nut butter they use is so smooth and irresistibly rich.

I buy some dark chocolate pistachio bark to nibble on, the perfect accompaniment to my quickly disappearing morning coffee. This market tends to inspire something creative, nourishing and purposeful with each visit, and today is no exception. 

Next, a diversion towards the locally grown exotic fruit. My family has been buying delicious lychees, custard apples and longan from this booth for a few years now. The vendors always take a minute to share the joys of fruit and stories of the trees with the children who stop by.

The air smells of fresh produce and spring blossom, and hums with the sounds of folk discussing the freshness of the organic carrots, green beans and cherry tomatoes. The smells here are of freshly-dug soil and the sweetest flowers.

Having made it to the farm stand, I buy some fennel, sweet peppers, and purple radish for a salad to enjoy alongside our mushroom pasta, and pick up two kinds of basil – Italian for tonight, and Thai for another day, when I will make some basil fried rice with a fragrant green curry.

I buy fennel, sweet peppers and purple radish for tonight’s salad, and pick up two kinds of basil

Towards the centre of the market, the band kicks into an upbeat tune, and as the music picks up, people start settling into seats at the round tables. Then the smells arrive – bringing in the scents of world cuisine – Ethiopian spices, freshly baked empanadas, savoury Brooklyn-style potato knishes and a variety of sweet baked goods – a melange of culinary delights in one parking lot.

I decide on some tamales – where the smiling lady at the counter makes me a plate of tangy carrot salad, black beans and a chicken tamale. Nearby, I get a fresh coconut, savouring the sweetness of the water inside as it complements my well-seasoned meal.

Around me, kids bite into ice cream cones, and dogs have their own little meeting at knee height, leads wrapping around table legs, making the market a truly family-friendly social gathering.

Finishing up the last of my meal as the band plays on, I am satisfied and content. The market has done its job once again – reminding me of why I call this place home. Canvas tote full, I make one last stop on the way to the car: a bright bunch of farm-fresh flowers for the dinner table.

Shalin Kripalani Lele

Storyteller

Shalin Kripalani Lele calls St Petersburg, Florida, home. Born and raised in Mumbai, India – a city that instilled a deep appreciation for culture, creativity, cuisine, and tradition – she began writing at the age of 13. Today, she is a Wellbeing Strategist who helps clients find wellbeing from the inside out. When she is not mothering or working, you can find her in a morning meditation, wandering local art exhibits and boutiques, learning a new dance style or tucked into a chair with her sketchbook. You can reach her on her website or @wholeandplentywithshalin on social media.

Time to Read:  4 Minutes
Storyteller: Shalin Kripalani Lele
1 May 2026
Category:
Local Stories - In This Moment

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