I’d written this article a few years ago when I maintained a log of all the places I wanted to visit on my personal Instagram account. I’ve visited a couple of places on here since, but didn’t have the heart to remove them from this list. 😀
A love letter to the city I’m in love with.
When I made plans to visit the United States of America in 2015, there was one city that I was going to include in my schedule, come hell or high water. A city so famous for its rush hours, the attractions, its culture, and most importantly, its roadside food! It would be sheer idiocy if I had, not only not entertained the thought of setting foot in this amazing city, but also not actually visited it while in the States. And now, New York City owns me, heart and soul!
I don’t believe in divine intervention by a large margin. If that were the case, things would have been very, very different for me by now. But what I do believe is the effect of déjà vu on the human psyche. The feeling that things have happened before – that you’ve been here before and done it all.
India is a land of many wonders, languages, scenic landscapes and beautiful people. There are so many things you can do here, that it would not compare to any experiences that you might have as you travel around the world. India holds many surprises, enchanting, exhilarating and energizing! And after a long and difficult period of mulling over the long and seemingly never-ending list of destination options that I had in hand, I finally came up with this list of astoundingly beautiful locations where you can just throw your head back and enjoy the sprinkles of happiness that Nature showers on you.
Sensitivity as a trait is so much more than the emotion it explains. As with some others, the way sensitivity is seen as a trait is completely twisted. It’s not exactly what it actually embodies. It is seen more as a negative quality than as a positive one. And that is, in no way, an encouraging statement.
I’m not really a water kind of person. I hate the rains, am annoyed by puddles on the road, and I prefer to sit in kiddy pools in water parks. That could also be because I panic at the thought of zooming down at breakneck speeds. But let’s not talk about that. Instead, I’ll dwell on the waters that intrigue me, those that burst in on the golden sands of beaches. I’ll wade knee-deep into them – no more – and think about the secrets of the world.
I wrote a poem a while ago. About how awesome it would be to travel.
Santorini is one of the most beautiful places in the world. There are many people who say that it is overhyped, that it isn’t what it is made out to be, that it is too crowded. But I will have to respectfully disagree. Because finding myself amidst people who shared my awe of the beautiful whites and blues that surrounded us was something that filled my heart. I couldn’t at first believe it. I couldn’t believe that I was treading the same path that I had always dreamed of treading. But slowly and surely, it did sink in.
There has hardly ever been a day that has passed in which I haven’t dreamt of breaking free and hopping from one continent to another without a worry in the world. I have dreamt of snowy landscapes of the Himalayas to urban epicenters like Times Square to quaint little villages in the corners of Greece or Italy. I have dreamt of weightless travel and tensionless zipping from one city to another. I have dreamt of a lot of things, yet I know that there are many dreams that will be left unfulfilled, for how many places can I actually “definitely go” to?