My travel diary!

If I really take a hard look at my travel diaries, there are no glamorous destinations or any rich experinces but yet every place I have visited had given me some of the most cherished moments of my life.Like the first flight I took to Chennai or the first boat trip in oceans of Andaman or the visiting the famous Taj Mahal.Nonetheless it was all very exciting and simply pompous things that I could share with my friends.

These journeys to many of the touristy places with my family as a child or as a teenager, I saw only the monuments or structures and the stories of the kings who built them or any story behind it as a passe. I had a epitome of emotions only after I started travelling alone.The incredible beauty of the places I visited as a child increased many folds when I was able to see it through my eyes.Be it the flower motifs or the lasting inks of paintings everything made sense as if a story is being told.Even if its a lake or a waterfall the beauty seems to quadraupled when traveled alone with all the time in your hands.

I noticed that more importantly,I began to appreciate the journey as much as the destinations.The whiff of wind of every place was different, sometimes its the blooming flowers of the season other occasions the drying crops..even the drying cow dung told a story or so I felt.The normal buses or sleeper coaches or even the general train seats captured my senses more than I could have imagined.And it helped me find a little freedom in my otherwise tied down lifestyle.

I also felt that the same places have different set of beauty when seasons changes like the snowing kashmir with the frozen Dal lake to the shimmering of wild blooms and a Shikkar ride on Dal lake,which made me appreciate my life even better, in our lives, how the sometimes the same people or certain memories give us a different warmth,just like seasons!The same memories which get imprinted with us even without loosing any of the details can become quite difficult to be rememebered no matter how hard we tried.

Now if we are able to keep aside all of our problems and issues of life and simply go on forward with an open mind, just reminding ourself that even a walk to buy vegetables may become an enriching experience.We dont need to travel to exotic locations or take selfies every moment to capture the essence of our lives, sometimes we just need to be present, at the moment, physically and spiritually.

So SayYesToTheWorld   all the experiences it has to offer to us and take up every opportunity that comes on our way, make some great plans or dont make plans, have a bucket list or a blind list ,make anything happen or simply wait,never want everything to be completely be figured out or never feel sorry for not having done this before. Just seize the moment and go on a blind date with yourself and explore our beautiful world both inside and outside!”

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A furlough…

It’s been a long time…

At the dawn of my withdrawal, I missed this place and with every chance, I wandered over here.

Slowly, with life happening, I could not catch up which sadly and steadily culminated in the absolute negligence of this wonderful nook in my life…

Then when I was ready to come to tell stories, there crept a strange unfamiliarity with the flow of words, as though they fail to get written in here…

I abandoned my journey for quite some time as it felt distant and unresponsive…and the place where I enjoyed felt like a strained relationship with myself…

Today, after a long hiatus, I somehow mustered up the courage to just start…



That careless laughter

That deep talks after drinks

That hymn of your heartbeats

That long reckless drives

That shared daydreams and nightmares


That you are hidden deep in my soul

That like an amorphous, volatile memory!!


The Gift

It was the night before my wedding day. As like every other wedding place, my home too, was swarming in with relatives, friends and neighbours.A whole new show of sparkling happiness.

I was being teased by my cousins, aunties and uncles. Amidst of all these, I was repeatedly was asking myself the question, “Am I really happy ??”
I didn’t know or rather I chose not to know where my happiness lies. I knew, I soon would be plucked and replanted into a new home, into a new life. The familiarities are all gone.I have to get myself familiarized with new routines. I would just need to find myself a spot where I just exist as a living doll.


When my marriage was fixed and the invitations had to be handed over, I had realized I didn’t have much of familiar faces to invite, or even if any of those familiar faces would come this far for my wedding. But I was certain of one name that I never wanted to miss. It was his name. I didn’t know where he is, how he is or anything about him since the day we parted our ways. Except for a scribbled address on one of the pages of my notebook I didn’t have any detail about him or his existence. I even did not know if he would remember me. The only truth was that I could never forget him.

It was he, who made me realize that there is a world out there where dreams do materialize, where fear has no place. A rebel he was. He had ideas and opinions, which made him more bitter. He was always there for anyone at anytime. He was one person who lived his life on his terms. He was least bothered by what others would think. Even though people hated him for this, I admired him for his courage for being himself.

I never knew such people existed. I was one of among those common faces you see every day, not wanting to stand out in any way or anywhere. I was just the crowd. I attributed his courage to his gender and made myself believe, “If I were a guy and had come from his background probably I too would be like him”. But then, I was wrong. Soon he became a real revelation to me.

Sometimes towards the end of our courses, I had a chance to know him. Even though I was apprehensive, I really grabbed on to this opportunity. I wanted to know how to be like him, how to live my life on my terms. He stunned me by showing how he was just a normal guy but with an extraordinary attitude towards life. It was a new lease of life upon me. With him, I dared to do new things. I dreamed, I loved and I lived. He inspired me. He found out my other soul hidden in me.

I began to write. Nothing great, but he valued my words. I stuck up all night to give him new episodes of life, new scribbling the next day. He never formed any opinions about anything on what I wrote which surprisingly made me write even better. I loved every morning…I started to wait to see him those days. Everything I saw, I heard was an inspiration. I had thousands of tales to write to him. I finally found someone who listened, who stayed, who never ignored,’me’. Even though our days together were coming to end, I never felt bad about it instead I found out the profound sense of what I wanted to do with this one life.

I decided to live the life to fullest.

But, slowly and unknowingly I began to wither. Without him beside me, I could not put one step ahead. I was where we left, probably…All those dreams were buried deep only to sprout out aching pangs of pain and silent tears…but hiding them was always easier!!

Memories of him came into my mind as that part of our favourite movie, which we could see a thousand times. Sending him an invite probably would have been the only thing I did on my own. Though my parents did not like it, much to my surprise they agreed on this one.

I waited for him all evening, I was certain he would come.

But, nothing happened…No one came.

I felt an emptiness…

Later that evening, I was asked to go to bed, so that I was up early the next day. Just when I was about to change, I heard my name being called out. I came down and to my surprise, there he was.

I was flabbergasted, shocked and suddenly it felt like old days. The admiration, the silent love, and the dreams…just like the first time I met him. With his old golden smile, he gave me a nicely wrapped gift, “my wedding gift”. The reality suddenly sprang upon.

I took a deep breath and began unwrapping my gift. I could not figure out what it could be. Slowly without damaging the wrapper, I opened the gift. Everyone was waiting to see the gift.

For you‘-A collection of poems-By Nandhinee.

Nothing odd in the gift as he knew I loved to read. But the author’s name gave me the shock of my lifetime…

It was my name. I didn’t know what to do. I could not believe what I saw. My eyes were overflowing..and a new sense of aliveness. Suddenly my wings sprouted.He had saved up every scribble I might have ever written, for all these years and published them. For me. Just for me.

This moment, precisely, this moment…was the most meaningful moment in my life. It marked an existence. …My existence.



“Though I have spent an epoch of my life being in love with you, I envisage that nothing has changed even the fragrance that deluges the seams of air, whispered the droplets of rain as she made love to the parched earth with all her vigour and passion.”

In response to Daily Prompt: Fragrance