The little things we leave behind and the many things we take away
Bustling around
to sightsee
or just taking a moment
to breathe.
Everyone’s
curious to see:
what will this place
reveal about me?
I like to read, roam, ruminate and then write.
Bustling around
to sightsee
or just taking a moment
to breathe.
Everyone’s
curious to see:
what will this place
reveal about me?
One thing common across all thes hostels I’ve stayed at was the space where travellers left their notes or art.
I sit with my souvenirs
sprawled across the floor.
Not the postcards and magnets,
bought from some store.
But the ones I collected
from mountains and sea shores.
When someone mentions an artist, we think of their art. But Hampi was an entire kingdom adorned with carved beauty, and not one sculptor’s name do we know.
A stall at 15,300 feet above sea level, serving smiles and relief from the cold, thanks to Prema.