Travel. Stories. Poetry.
Redamare. ❤️🔥 I found this word etched on the promenade of La Spezia, a coastal Italian city, flanked by two cannons looking out to sea. ⚓🌊 In Latin, it means to love in return. Sounds pretty right? 🫶🏼 But this being a naval town, I can’t help wondering if it’s also a quiet promise.🤍 Of... Continue Reading →
It was a breezy London afternoon. David and I decided to wander into the Tate Modern. I’ve always been more of a medieval art person, the kind of art that tells stories with pretty faces, swords, and symbolism. Modern art? Not really my thing. Too abstract, too ambiguous. It's more like a gamble wondering is... Continue Reading →
Did I ever tell you about the time when I was stuck in snow screaming for help and thought that was the end of life? Let me pull off this glove to get us started! Skiing itself was an adventure. That day I decided to push myself to do something more adventurous. I took the... Continue Reading →
Instructor: "When a missile attack happens, you will hear a loud continuous siren. Stay away from the staircase, if possible find a washroom to hide, and immediately duck in"Me: "What? Missiles?!"Instructor: "Also stay away from the windows, the glass pieces might hurt you. Some look out of the window to see the Iron Dome send... Continue Reading →
It was already fall of 2020. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the amazing mountains of California I was lost in, the same time last year. Having been cooped up in home without travel, we decided its time to say hello to the lonely mountains from behind a mask, all credits to COVID-19.👏🏼 Upstate... Continue Reading →
One hot afternoon in the heart of a beautiful equatorial country Kenya, I was strolling around the Nairobi’s Maasai Market admiring the handicrafts. I usually love markets, interacting, and bargaining. But this place made me a little nervous as I don’t speak the native language Swahili. I slowly started engaging myself examining the fabrics and... Continue Reading →
Overnight train. Beautiful views. Solace time. Smile on my face. What else can be a better moment to pen down the beautiful journey I embarked on! In the huzzy-buzzy everyday life, where we constantly run behind spending time with everyone around us, rarely do we get to spend time with ourselves. We owe ourselves that... Continue Reading →
1st Avenue and 46th Street New York has people in a hurry all the time. Every other person wearing a suit. Networking with everyone they meet. Trying to hide any hint of inferiority. A sense of pride on every face that they finally made it to the very place they studied in the textbooks. The place... Continue Reading →
Vineesha Badabhagni 