It’s surprising how train journeys closely mimic the cycle of life. We meet people, make friends, only to let them go and find new ones- thereby knitting an endless chain of emotions- only to be felt but never to be broken. But again, what is life, but a collection of such journeys.
Ever been compelled to watch a horror movie in the dead of night even though you know it would lead to countless sleepless nights? Ever been infatuated with the idea of exploring a haunted house? No? Yes? I was. So were four of my friends. The big question was – where? Residing in DelhiContinue reading “Bhangarh : The Ruined City and The Ghosts I Met There”
.. she gave an expression that was part happiness and part disbelief. After all, this was the first time she was watching her own face on a phone screen!
Valley of Flowers – if you haven’t taken a look at the hyperlink, I’ll state the obvious, it is a valley of, guess what? Flowers!
But these aren’t just any flowers. At least not the ones you can order online for your mom’s birthday. They are flowers which are a part of the sacred Himalayan alpine vegetation.
While exploring the Hemis monastery, I ran into this young man. Instantly, my hands whipped out my camera, thinking about how good his red robes would look against the white. But he shook his face in anger and turned away. But as I stowed away my camera, he beckoned. He simply took the chocolate I held in my other hand and asked me to proceed with the photo.
So, by renouncing a bar of chocolate I managed to click this image.
Our friends at Unexpected Wanderlust has written an insightful piece on – Why Traveling is a privilege. Check it out!
I wanted to ask the inevitable, “but” or “so what happened?” But he sensed my hesitation and added “a week before our wedding, she realized, she didn’t love me anymore.” I gave him a quizzical look, because either he was taking me for a fool or this was some Bollywood romantic gone sour.
My curiosity about Lithuania, was deeply connected to Thomas Harris’s works. I looked at it as the majestic country where Hannibal was born and which shared Hannibal’s fate of destruction at the hands of the Nazis. And like all booklovers, I would like nothing better than to go and visit the country of the anti-hero. SoContinue reading “Lithuania – My Visit To The Country Which Had Intrigued Me Since I Read Hannibal”
We try to tell ourselves that we are progressively moving from a predominantly patriarchal society to a more equanimous one. In this progressive society, women have equal opportunities of education and men cry when they want to. Sexism is a textbook concept, a reminder of an era that was. But are we actually that progressive?Continue reading “Getting Rid Of Sexist Ads Will Help Us Build An Equanimous Society.”
The homogeneity of big cities is nerve wrecking for me. The malls, all with different names, but same shops. The roads with different names, but same cars. The cities, with different names but populated by the formal banter of “excuse me” and the rudeness of honks. Tired of the daily gruel, I headed to VrindavanContinue reading “My Visit To Vrindavan Showed Me how Small Towns Retain Their Identity In The Face Of Globalisation”