Travel. Stories. Poetry.
The Alchemist is probably one of those books you’re supposed to read when you first start reading. It’s one of those books everyone seems to know, everyone recommends, and somehow, I managed to keep postponing. I knew it was a bestseller but never actually read it….until recently. I was on a train when a woman... Continue Reading →
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 →
The beautiful thing about loving both travel ✈️ and books 📚 is how they feed into each other. When you travel, the memories of cities 🏙️, cultures 🌍, and flavors 🍲 become a part of you. And when you return to reading, the moment a story mentions the streets of London 🇬🇧, the hotels in... 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 →
Wrists free of shackles,But mind chained in a thousand knots.Narrow walls confining thoughts,Running in loops like a broken tape.Opening the book for a moment of peace,But the chains don’t leave me at ease. Focus fading, days wasting,Thoughts drifting, chains twisting.I ask, Where am I existing?Why are these demons persisting?What is the soul insisting? Craving for... Continue Reading →
P.S: A beautiful art I found in a museum in Jerusalem I read an article in The Hindu about an intimidating experience a journalist had with security forces in Israel-Palestine. He was a part of the Prime Minister of India's team who was in the Middle East on a state visit. His article took me... 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 →
