Touch has a memory…

How would it matter if I were inthe beginning or the end of it, as longas I could be. There, like I said… “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”- John Keats, in a…

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…the city sunset over me

I do not know if it is possible for me to love anyone more than Richard Linklater. For sheer taste, writing, and all the awesomeness in the world. (Especially, when I run through Jesse & Celine’s sunrise/ sunset, again and again and again). I need to get to Vienna again, especially when it’s freezing, not…

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Spicyness of the Misr market, Istanbul…

The turkish spicyness photo @vatsalakakroo # The most goodlooking men in the history of goodlooking men happen to be in the land of Turkiye (including the cab drivers, the tour guides, and the irritating passport control police) # The spices in the market happen to be from Persia/ India etc. and used to come through…

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Failing at travel…

I read a fabulous travel article a few days back, it’s still playing back in my head. It mildly questions, if travel can in fact fail. I really think it can. I think it has happened to me several times. I’m also not convinced that every other place I’ve been to has been a life-altering…

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A Museum of Childhood, Edinburgh…

I am travel obsessed these days [ I always want to be Someplace Else. My mother thinks it’s a disorder]. So I looked back at old pictures. Edinburgh is one of la prettiest places I’ve been to. The landscape is stunning. Whichever way you look at it. [ Also has kinder accents compared to Glasgow….

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One part yellow; one part blue…

Friday morning was adventurous (rare that). I came out of my room at 6:40 am, late, and in a hurry to pick up my glass of milk from the table (to be gulped down in the car to the train station, hoping today papa is less sleepy and I don’t spill it on my clothes)….

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A pinned map on a wall…

I suspect I may have always thought that I love my mother. I think it has some to do with the fact that she held me close for nine months, and like Abhimanyu, I heard her all the time. Now I talk ;). When I was three once (have I said this before? I don’t…

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Venn Diagram…

One time when I thought of and was spoken to about a Venn diagram, I decided to find it too. I have lost you to sleep again Sleeping as we do on opposite sides of a venn diagram I read the time in shadows on your wall The shards of light through the slats on your window I ease…

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