Arati Menon

2 weeks ago | flipboard.com | Arati Menon

2 hours agoIndia: Husband repeatedly slams pregnant woman with boulder, flees as she collapsesHyderabad, India - April 01, 2025 [WARNING: (Video contains) sensitive content] A shocking incident took place where a man allegedly attempted to murder his pregnant wife outside a hospital by hitting her repeatedly with a stone. The incident occurred in Hyderabad, Telangana, southern India, on April 1.

2 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Arati Menon

JazbaI sink my teeth into a plump and perfectly spiced mussel. There’s the crackle of a curry leaf, a hit of pepper, and, quite unbidden, a childhood memory: I’m walking home from the fish market with my grandmother, her shielding us from the sun with her flower-patterned umbrella and me swinging a flimsy plastic bag with a few dozen clanging mussels that would become our lunch.

1 month ago | cntraveller.de | Arati Menon |Zahra Surya Darma |Lea Dlugosch

Reisen zur Formel 1: Der neue Reisetrend zum Boxenstopp. Die Formel 1 ist nicht nur ein Rennsport, sondern für Fans weltweit ein umfangreiches Ereignis, das weit über das eigentliche Rennen hinausgeht. Für einen Formel-1-Fan gehört die Möglichkeit, mit einem Profifahrer in einem Supersportwagen eine Runde auf einer Rennstrecke zu drehen, wahrscheinlich zu den schönsten Erlebnissen überhaupt.

1 month ago | cntraveller.in | Arati Menon |Zahra Surya Darma

One minute we were barreling down the straight at 180 mph; the next, our bodies were pummeled by lateral g-forces as we careened around a tight corner. We did this over and over again as we screeched through the 3.8-mile Las Vegas Grand Prix track, the street circuit that runs counterclockwise on the Las Vegas Strip. When I slid out of the car, less than three minutes later, my heart had leaped out of my body, my legs were jelly, and I couldn’t stop grinning.

1 month ago | cntravellerme.com | Arati Menon |Zahra Surya Darma

One minute we were barreling down the straight at 180 mph; the next, our bodies were pummeled by lateral g-forces as we careened around a tight corner. We did this over and over again as we screeched through the 3.8-mile Las Vegas Grand Prix track, the street circuit that runs counterclockwise on the Las Vegas Strip. When I slid out of the car, less than three minutes later, my heart had leaped out of my body, my legs were jelly, and I couldn’t stop grinning.