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Today is about Wanderlust.

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Today,
My head is in the star studded sky,
My feet on those rough rocky hills,
I can smell the beach side summer in my hair,
And my mind is on the map.

Today, I am into wanderlust.

By bike, by horse, by word, by foot, I wander.

(Also, today, I am inspired by my Instagram love, @robinmay)

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Endearing Tiny Human.

Sangam
“What is her name?”

“Sangam. Her name has a story. Her God Father was at a place named Triveni Sangam (confluence of the three rivers, Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati) when he got the news that she was born. It seemed fitting to name her so.”

And since then, she’s been called the most endearing tiny human by everyone who has ever met her.
This is for Sangam, on her birthday as she spreads joy and nests in everyone’s heart. 
Happy Birthday, Sangam :)
sangam
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Homeward bound.

Homeward bound

Home is that shade under the banyan tree.
Home is ripples in the water of the pacific.
Home is between snorkelling and para-sailing.
Home is the midnight silence or the morning cheer.
Home isn’t a place where you set your feet, it’s the place that’s engraved in your mind even after your footsteps fade away.
Home is not a place, it’s a sense of being.

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It’s a Foodie Affair.

Food

In this 28 lands and 7 union territories country,

If you are Bengali brought up on your daily dose of Hilsa and Bhat, you might just jump at the thought of Makke di Roti and Sarson da Saag.

And if you’re a North Indian, the thought of Idli–Dosa breakfast might be appealing.

That is what is special about this Indian cuisine;

it’s so welcoming to the tongue that we don’t jump out of shock, but rather out of happiness at discovering yet another palatable treat.

At discovering yet another reason to continue our affair with the food.

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You have a choice.

The choice

You know it, that each one of us has only one life to live.
(Yes, YOLO and all that.)

Then isn’t it rather tragic to find men and women, with resources available to change the world,
talk about what’s going on between the neighbors daughter and the guy from the 5th floor;

men and women, with geniuses capable of creating anything artsy,
using it for the daily routine desk jobs;

men and women, capable of independent thought,
narrowing their minds to accustom it to society’s popular ideas;

men and women, capable of greatness,
wallowing in mediocrity;

men and women, capable of self-expression,
slowly dying a mental death, every day, every hour?

For you, life can be a succession of glorious adventures worth narrating.
Or it can be a monotonous bore.

You have a choice.
What’s it going to be?

[Credits: This post has been inspired from Neil Gaiman’s answer to one of the art students
about pursuing what they love, in one his interviews]

PS: There’s a happy moment for me today, as my photographer friend here,
decides to choose to do what she loves and quit the monotony.
Happy Freedom Day to you, my Phalle :D

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The Road Less Travelled

The road less travelled

Between conventional societal ways and walking on a less trampled trail,
I choose to live the dream we seldom venture in our thoughts.
Every step, a new path.
Every day, a new quest.
Every desire, a new adventure.
I set out to dance throughout the unexpected.
And sing my travelogues to all who shall listen.

For the better and for the worse,
Here’s to all the dreams that should be lived.

– Sneha Phalle [Guest Writer]

PS: Happy Freedom Day, Sneha :D

Like a Bird

Likeabird

No creatures on earth travel quite like birds do. 
They soar the skies and land in new places.
They see the world from a different perspective, one to which all real travelers aspire. 
To explore unintended lands and skies, to meet extravagant souls and to overcome this otherwise, impossible lives that we live.
Next vacation, when you set your foot out in another land, travel more like a bird, like a traveler and not a tourist. 
 

PS: With the new year coming by, we intend to be more active in this space and we’ll bring a new post every Wednesday (well, we’ll at least try our best.)

Happy 2014, folks! :D

Fusion

You aren’t original.
You are a combined effort of everybody you have ever known
or of the books you have read and the places you have explored.
You are the creator, created from all these combined forces.
You are the fusion of everything that you have ever experienced.

Colours

Colours

Our entire existence is based on the laws of two.
The good and the bad. The angels and the demons. The black and the white.
However, we fail to acknowledge the streak of colours that our everyday life is.
The different array of people who aren’t good or bad.
Who aren’t halo laden angels, but they don’t have horns either.
It’s not in B&W, it’s colourful and chaotic.

It’s the everyday phenomenon of our colour driven beautiful life.