“Soon you will be where your own eyes will see the source and cause and give you their own answer to the mystery.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno With only a week in Lisbon, I barely had one day to visit Sintra — a treasure trove of relics; the origins of…

Soaring through the magical city with Hans Christian Andersen — “To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” — Hans Christian Andersen After a long flight from India, I arrived at the Odense train station from Copenhagen. With a direct connection, I…

Rekindling childhood magic in the coastal town, Puri — I need the sea because it teaches me. I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and ships. The fact is that until I fall asleep, in some magnetic way I move in the university of…

Weaving the memories of yesterday and today through a nostalgic journey during my few weeks in Calcutta — Calcutta (now Kolkata) holds a sentimental significance for me — I ‘belonged’ to Calcutta. Life’s memories are not life’s history, but the original work of an unseen artist – Rabindranath Tagore, My Reminiscences I often reminisced about the eighties and early nineties — taking the tram to New Market, savoring…

Seeking the gateway to the universe — I sat in that dimly lit room, gazing toward the lone window. Against the backdrop of a radiant, sun-soaked day, the interior walls in contrast appeared inky dark. What a dramatic chiaroscuro interplay! Much like life’s perennial conundrum — the struggle between the room’s obscurity and the window’s radiant vista. …

Philosophical reflections while working from a café — Amidst the café’s murmur, Brubeck plays in the background, The Cappuccino, once warm Succumbs to the cold. Eggs in Purgatory — A crimson sea of marinara In a liminal state. My laptop languishes In an existential fatigue. I lift my gaze. Amidst the theater of shared existence And mingling destinies, Lovers are…

Hope to see you there — “I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” …

The Iron Lady at night — That year, my son and I traveled to Paris for a wedding. We arrived a week early to explore the museums and indulge in a gastronomic adventure, especially since it was his first time in the city. It was a magical evening—Paris adorned in her nighttime splendor. After a hearty…

My medium journey so far and a gratitude note to Medium — When I arrived at Medium, I only had the simple purpose of turning it into a repository for my travel stories which had long been tucked away in the forgotten pages of my travel journal. Little did I know the wizardry that awaited— how wonderfully the platform would enhance my…