Trekking. Nature. Can you imagine being so close to these two thing, yet staying away from these very two things for 5 years? That happened to me. And I felt lost all these years. Like I had left a part of me behind. 3rd June, 2017 changed all of that, forever. I decided to catch … More Home is where the Heart is!
I can hear a voice. Calling out to me from a distance. The voice seems familiar. I recognize it. The unbridled passion. The unadulterated happiness. The absolute contentment. The distance. That is something I cannot judge. It seems easy to reach out to. But nearly impossible to cross that distance. A few years probably. A … More The Lost Voice
I liked him, he liked her. He knew I liked him. He asked her to ask me, why I liked him. I didn’t know they liked each other. I poured my heart out to her. I’d never felt this exposed even when I was absolutely naked. Why did they do this? What did it … More Blind, No More.
There have been a million times I have felt guilty for letting this blog stay dormant, for the pages to stay barren, for my thoughts – yearning for a chance to be penned down- die a slow, painful, silent death. What’s my excuse to be away from the one thing that truly drives me? Busyness. … More Earth, calling Lucille!
I keep trying so hard to forget him, to get him out of my conscious thoughts. And it makes me think, if it is such a struggle, maybe forgetting him isn’t the thing to do. If he keeps popping into my head whenever I am trying to find myself, in a space that is meant … More The Window to his Soul!
The Heart Follow your gut. Go after what you believe in. What you truly want. Don’t stand at the end of the pool, don’t hesitate. Deep dive. What kind of living is it, if you don’t involve your entire being in it? Soak up every moment. Grab every chance you get to be with him. … More THE VOICES
It was just another train ride back home. A little earlier than usual, though. I found a quiet corner at the end of the ladies coach and settled down. Bags aside, shoes taken off, feet on the empty seat across me, earphones plugged in. And soon enough, I started drifting off into my own world, … More Adding colour to life!
The silence between us, it’s killing me. It’s not the one where we blissfully soak in each other’s company. It’s the ‘forced, well-thought-of, decision-taken-by-the-mind’ silence. But what do I do about this crazy heart which is dying to ask you just one simple thing, “how are you, darling?”
The way you look at me. That soft look, that sense of pride, that I’m all yours. All my time, just for you. That everyone ceases to exist when you’re around. That look. That satisfied grin. That beaming smile. Do you even know what that does to me? Let me tell you. It stirs something inside of … More That Look!
Follow my blog with Bloglovin You & I. We are like the ocean and its shore. Have you ever noticed them? Or their love story? Their love is infinite. Unmeasurable. Unconditional. Unattainable. Yet, they never fail to give themselves to each other. The waves, bracing themselves for those few seconds when they finally kiss the shore. The … More Love Infinite.
Daytime. That’s easy. The constant buzz. The never-ending task list. The unexpected projects. There are a million ways to keep myself busy. To keep my mind off you. It’s the nights that worry me. When I’m longing to know how you’ve been. What went on in your day. Hoping you didn’t have a stressful one. Are … More Those Nights
Have you ever felt disappointment? Utter sadness? Like you’re burning inside, like you can feel your heart melt away?. And yet you know there’s nothing you could’ve done to stop this? India v/s Australia. World Cup Finals. Thank you for giving us good cricket, Team India. #Salute #Respect
Am I incapable of dealing with complex emotions? Has the fear of pain, rejection, and mistrust left me cynical, crazy, and questioning every motive? I don’t want to hurt any more. Is that too much to ask? Please spare my heart. It took me a long time to mend the broken pieces. The scars still show, … More Emotional Being
Is it easier to pretend you don’t care, than to actually feel? You know what emotions make me feel? Foolish. Silly. Naive. Gullible. Oh, I wish I didn’t care.
You? You’re like a gust of cool wind, that kisses my cheek on a warm, sunny day. You’re like the birdsong I love waking up to. Like that tune I’ve got stuck in my head, for more than a week now. That won’t go away even after I’ve heard a million more. You. You’re like … More Haunted
Today, I shall know know more than what I knew yesterday. ~ A Mentor
This feels all too familiar. I’ve been through this before. The way you creeped into my heart slowly Tearing down the brick walls around it with your bare hands. Peeling every complex layer that I’d added over the years. Tears stinging the eyes, no one seems to mind. The sound of something being unlocked. My heart … More Hooked up with Pain!
18.11.1991 My favourite Grandmother’s birthday. (Well, I did not get to meet my other grandmother (Nana Lucy), so Nana Ivy was a clear winner!) This was also the day I saw her for the last time. My 6 year old heart broke into a million pieces. I couldn’t fathom why she had to leave us. … More Hello Nana. Goodbye Nana.
Travelling over bridges delights me. It reminds me of the time when my dad would encourage me to take a coin, make a silent wish, kiss it, and throw it nice and far… so that it would reach the water. And then, no matter how much I was dying to tell him what I asked … More Wishing over bridges…
Ok. It’s official. I love Tamarind Rice. The eating kind? Hell yeah! But no, this is the literary kind. I still remember the first time I contemplated writing for Tamarind Rice. The name itself, and the quirky descriptions for Nirali, Harshika and Karishma were enough to draw me in. And since then, the love affair with this … More Literary Lapses ~ Tamarind Rice
I don’t usually use this word for people, but this one’s an exception. I hate her. There I said it. Why do I hate her? cos she’s so dumb. Yet she thinks she’s so smart. Psuedo-intellectual. That’s what I’d like to call her. I can’t hold a conversation with her before I start mentally making … More The Other One!
Death. It has such a funny way of bringing out your real feelings. Feelings that you didn’t even know existed. Feelings for someone you don’t really know. Feelings that make you appreciate the ones you do know a lot more. For years, there was this unconscious love and respect I had for someone who taught … More Goodbye Genie!
I’d just clocked in 30 working hours, back to back. Working overnight to meet another impossible Friday deadline. Advertising. That’s all I needed to say, and that sympathetic look would come my way, where people wonder what kind of a lunatic I am to indulge in self-torture of this kind. (I mean, aren’t there other … More A different time!
I grabbed a bunch of my besties and arrived at the most awaited event of the year- our annual college festival. The crowd was massive. The rule was simple. If we get lost, we meet where we are right now: the basketball court. The events were interesting, and scattered across the campus. Getting lost was … More If it were meant to be…
I didn’t think there was any truth in the belief that ‘a girl and a guy can never be JUST friends’. We were inseparable. We always had something to talk about. The incessant chatter, the never ending gossip sessions… that zoned out the entire group. Only we understood each other jokes, completed each other’s sentences. … More BF: do we have to pick between best friend or boyfriend?
It was Sunday. He wanted to cook his favourite Chicken Lonvas (an East Indian preparation). There, in the sweltering heat, he stood shirtless in his favourite nylon shorts, sweat trickling down his huge belly. Crushed garlic turning brown, onions turning translucent. His senses were indulging in the sights and scents of his culinary skills, it … More An ounce of innocence!
The attraction was instant. The sparks, very evident. Our first date was on the first day we met. He told me all about himself, masking one small detail. He didn’t know how much I hated lies. The embers of our attraction were doused with mistrust. And its ashes still leave a grey mark on my … More Trusting makes you doubt!
He reminded me of someone. I did not want to take our chats forward. The memories were too painful. He encouraged me to love myself more. He asked me to click a selfie. And admired the mole on my chin to bits. The selfies went on. Until one day, he asked me who else gets … More Trust can reopen wounds…
School friends turned into college classmates, who shared a bench. The proximity surpassed boundaries. I was hopelessly falling for his charm. I did think he liked someone else though. And he suspected that I liked him too. It was in the way I looked at him. A dead giveaway. He asked her to confirm it … More Trusting can scar!
He said he loved me. He loved his mother even more, which was expected. His mother couldn’t stand to lose him. She caught us together, one day. And dismissed our teenage romance. He tried telling her how he loved me. How perfect we were. He made one mistake. He lied about my ethnicity. The real … More Trusting can hurt!
He noticed me reading my novel. A train journey that got more interesting with each passing station. His efforts to woo me were matched with lacklustre enthusiasm. He kept in touch. And chatted everyday. I shared every little detail with him. He flirted. I responded. I finally fell for his charm. And he told me … More Trusting your heart with a stranger!
26.07.2005 The rains in South Mumbai gave no indication of the impending deluge in the suburbs. It was only when our college asked us to head home did I realise things were getting serious. She had to leave for classes. I asked her to head to Marine Drive Railway Station and see how things were. … More Best friends, not really best with ‘trust’!
His business was slow. His ‘sev puri’ wasn’t that great. The regular, popular ‘chaat’ vendor was back from his 3 month leave. But I’d developed a keen sense of loyalty with him. And he watched, as I dissed the other for him everyday. Until one day, among the 10 rupee notes he gave me, I … More Trusting can cost you!
“What the fuck are we doing here at night?” I asked, taking in the cold, dark cemetery that lay before us near St. Andrews Church in Bandra. It was my 30th birthday. I had decided to make up for a huge fight with Lucille. In that instant, I knew I made a mistake. This could be her revenge. … More Gift in the Cemetery
Your soft kisses left a delicate trail against my skin, and my mind. When I brush my hand against those spots, I can vividly relive those tender moments. Especially that balmy afternoon, that showed me a side of you I’ll never forget! I loved the way you looked at my neck longingly, like as if … More A kiss to build a dream on!
A world where words come alive. A world where stories are brewed. A world where everyday instances become larger than life. A world that’s better than reality. A world that allows you to get through almost anything. Rejection. Heartbreak. Grief. Loss. Pain. Solitude. Loneliness. Self-doubt. A world that allows you to celebrate almost anything. Undiluted … More A Writer’s World!
I find relief in your crazy mood swings. They reassure me that you’re still thinking of me, even when you don’t want to talk to me. And when you finally break that silence, I know those words have been rehearsed over a million times in your head. And that you couldn’t wait to tell me all the … More Crazy, Love?
I love Secret Santa. And when Vinita Bahl announced a blogger version of this popular Christmas game, I was even more excited. But yes, my only regret is that I could not send in my entry before Christmas, and I deeply apologize for not keeping up with the rest of the group. (I am the … More Secret Blog Review for Janaki Nagaraj
A Letter to myself. My current self. My current 28 year old self. Dear Lucille, It seems like you’ve gone and done it again. It’s like you never learn, isn’t it? Your experiences don’t count, you don’t play safe at all? Why do you trust so easily? Why? Why do you believe that the world … More A Letter To Myself
Ok, so by now, it is quite clear, to anyone who reads my blog, that I am enamored by local trains and all that goes on within the dabbas. And believe me, the trains never fail to surprise you! From getting chomped on like tangdi kabab (read: http://bit.ly/1biNPH0) to stopping ladies from throwing kachra out of the … More Mumbai Locals pe naach gaana! * dhinka chika*
So, I’m back to blogging about my train journeys. Yeah, yeah. I absolutely love it. Any problem? No. Good. Anyway, I’ve realized that I’ve been travelling by Mumbai Locals since 2001 -that’s 12 years of second class journeys – with old nagging aunties, who manage you give you an entire body massage from Malad to … More I LOVE eavesdropping in local trains!
Blood is not thicker than water. She was not related to us, but she related to everything connected with our lives. She was not a family member, thrust upon us by default. She was someone my dad worked with, and someone we chose to get close to. She was much more than a family friend, … More Goodbye & Hello
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 15th September). The waves were lashing against the wall they were seated on. The sun had just set, and the dusky amber sky created the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening. She was twiddling her fingers, nervously playing with the diamond ring he’d gotten … More The hues of romance…
She began working at the age of 17. She is turning 30 this year. And this journey of 13 years has defined her in ways that even she did not imagine. She wanted to start earning, so that she could help out with the finances at home. Her dad took ill just about the time … More A Journey of Independence!
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 25th August). Sunday, 18th August. Rishikesh Building: 6.30 pm The children geared up for another game of cricket. It was risky, because just a month ago, they had been warned by the society, not to play cricket in the garden. Reason? Too many complaints … More Crossing Boundaries…
So this post is looooooooooooooooong overdue… in fact, blogwatig bestowed the honour of the Liebster Award on me exactly a year ago (23rd August, 2012 to be precise). And I have been such a lazy ass. It has taken me about 3 blogger meets, and over a 30 posts to get to this one. And I’m glad … More L for Liebster, L for Lucille, L for Love!
At the stroke of midnight, Esha woke up to strange noises. They were strained voices, singing happy birthday. She leaned over to her side table, checked the clock. It showed 12.00 am. 13th August. With quivering hands, she turned on the table lamp. 13th August. It was definitely not her birthday today. Nor anyone else … More Midnight Wishes
Kindness. Compassion. I believe school friendships are the most genuine ones we could ever have. And uniforms played a huge role in wiping out stereotypes, discrimination & prejudices. We made friends with a single hello, and some of them do manage to last forever. This one, unfortunately, did not last for long. But in that … More Do Right. Inspire Right.
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 11th August). It was a pretty ugly spat. From bouts of yelling, to absolute silence, interspersed with inconsolable sobs…as he walked out of their home. She was trying to stay cool, but her mind was in a disarray much worse than her living room. … More The Good, the Bad & the Ugly!
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 11th August). A day of many learnings… A day of irreparable scars. A day the city drowned, A day also when humanity rose above expectations. A day when I celebrated my first Malhar volunteer meet. A day I realized the importance of communication. A … More 26.07.13. This day. 8 years ago.
This post has been selected as a Blogadda WOW post (Dated 28th July). And I’m more than happy to show off my first WOW badge ever! Tring tring. The phone rang… again. Liz knew who it was. And she did not make any attempt to answer the call. Her husband was devouring the butter chicken she’d … More Tring – Tring, the phone rang…
Ok, so that was a bad pun. But definitely a lot of fun :P Before you jump to conclusions, I’m not celebrating the SC judgement of reopening the bars in the city. It was my very first Indiblogeshwaris Open BAR meet (Blogger-Author Rendez-vous), where a few lucky bloggers get to gorge on awesome food & … More BAR BAR Din Yeh Aaye!
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Last week, something shocked me out of my wits. A friend, a trekking buddy – who I’ve had the privilege of trekking with just once, passed away! ON HIS BIRTHDAY! On his way to his birthday celebrations! Ironic. Tragic. Call it what you may, but the pain caused can never reversed.…
I’ve been living in Mumbai for the past 27 years of my life. My brush with terrorism began in 1993. As an 8 year old, watching my dad shave off his french beard was an indication that something was terribly wrong. I can never forget that fear. And I was never allowed to. Riots. Bomb … More Only Americans feel pain?
It was a nice, breezy Thursday evening. A mid-week holiday, thanks to Gudi Padwa. That day also marked a milestone in our lives. And Bandra was the place to be. So with mom, sisters & friend in tow, we headed to Bandstand, just to chill out and watch the sun set over the endless horizon. My … More Walk of Fame – take a bow, Zena!
What the F?@K?!! That’s exactly what I felt when I read this book. There were many reasons for this reaction. To start off, the name itself was so intriguing that I had to sign up for this book review. (I did however push the deadline to submit the review due to work constraints & the … More Book Review: F?@K Knows ~ Shailendra Singh
Soldiers for women. Such a noble thought. All I had to do was write about that one person in my life who stood up for me and protected me from ‘evil eyes’. My dad instantly popped up in my head, but I decided to dig deeper. I thought about all my friends, acquaintances, colleagues – … More #SoldierforWomen: honouring ‘real’ heroes!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for my blog – spunkyfunkyme! Here’s an excerpt: 600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years … More Spunkyfunkyme just got reviewed! Down Memory Lane ~ in 2012.
Ok, so #NotetoSelf: where have I been all these years? I mean, I’ve been online and enjoyed every moment of it…but when that translates into an amazing on-ground event – that is where the REAL FUN lies! So, twitter introduced me to Rutavi Mehta, who recognized me as a blogger and introduced me to Indiblogeshwaris, a group on … More In Pursuit of APPyness!
Last Friday, we witnessed yet another train strike in the city of Mumbai. Once again, we saw how easy it was for 450 motormen to bring the entire city to a grinding halt. Within a few chaos, there was utter chaos – overflowing with harrowed commuters, cabbies making full vasool of the situation. Well, there … More LADIES COUPÉ!
She’s probably the only one who knows the entire story. She knows how you’ll met, where you’ll met and probably even remembers the date. She must’ve even told you how to handle the first date, and the ones that followed. She knows about your first fight, and hated the fact that he could reduce you to … More “I Love Him Too!”
And today, I broke another record in my Mumbai local journeys! In a bid to get to work on time and avoid khit-pit, I placed my foot precariously on the edge on the footboard of the 9.04 Churchgate Fast. And boy, did my heart race fast! Trying to protect my new purple sling bag, purple … More Mumbai Locals, you’re gonna get me killed!
There comes a moment in every Mumbaikar’s life when they think that no day is complete without cursing the scorching heat. The dreaded month of MAY is feared, and even though the weather Gods are way kinder to us than say Delhi or even Chennai… we crib, cry, whine and bitch about the Mumbai heat … More And I love these rainy days…
How is it that the Big Bad Ugly Villain with ugly teeth and no hair, absolutely NO hair at all – who could leave children scarred for life, is let loose on National Television during prime time television on a Sunday evening? How is it that a movie which Sanjay Dutt himself would never like … More Censor War: The Dirty Picture v/s Agneepath
The stereo was blaring. Her eardrums were aching, her head was throbbing. The car screens were fogged up. The heavy rains lashing the windshield with all its might, like as if it were trying to protest. The wipers were following a monotonous rhythm, clearing the rain to give her some clarity! But her vision was … More Pain, pain… go away!
Small note to the MEN of the world: Please do not attribute our EVERY mood swing to PMS. Its obnoxious for you to blame perfectly normal bodily functions for your abnormalities! Most of the time, it is JUST YOU that pisses us off. Period. *no pun intended* FYI, we also hate it when you pretend … More It’s that time of the Month!
He notices me reading my novel, I notice him reading my expressions. He glances by my side and watches me chat animatedly, I glance by to steal a quick look and catch him staring at me unabashedly. He stops by for a chat, I turn towards my earphones and novel, grumbling under … More It all started with a glance…
He pings me on gtalk, I try to contain my shock. Each day, the conversations grow longer, And my initial apprehensions get smaller. Chats turn to smses, Smses turn to calls The random forwards turn to sweet emails Playful chiding turns to sweet compliments He talks about everything the sun And he has me jumping … More the story continues…
The chats had now become compulsary, No longer a ‘stranger’, he was more like my ‘best buddy’ Was it friendship, or a lil more? I guess that’s something we’d never know! He started talking about ‘her’ And how she might like him too And although I found the ‘third person’ references juvenile, I encouraged them … More Kahani mein twist…
Did he think about me at all, Did he miss me at all? Was this a dream, Did I imagine it all? Where did the last 2 years go? Is this the end of the show? All those emails I typed but never sent The 9 digits I dialled but never the tenth! Deleted him … More I finally got all my answers…
It can make you dance with joy, or reach for the moon It’s the little things in life, that bring the most joy to you. Some you may notice, others may be sub conscious, A million sweet memories, the effects will always linger. They could be those of the universe dancing to your tunes… Like … More The little things that make a big difference…
Last week, something shocked me out of my wits. A friend, a trekking buddy – who I’ve had the privilege of trekking with just once, passed away! ON HIS BIRTHDAY! On his way to his birthday celebrations! Ironic. Tragic. Call it what you may, but the pain caused can never reversed. How, you may ask? … More Tu muskura, jahan bhi hain… tu muskura!
I’ve known quite a few relationships that resemble this one. Some people come into your life to become a part of it, others remain in them as memories. But whatever it may be, each of them bring along a lesson, a learning, acting out their part in the grandest stage act ever witnessed – LIFE! … More The Pencil & the Eraser!
This has been my first attempt at documenting my horrific train journeys… which were mostly during my college days! There is something about trains journeys… (especially the LADIES COMPARTMENT) that I look forward to… right from pushing the ladies to get that spot near the door (even though there isn’t much rush) to fighting with … More The Day I Felt Like Tangdi Kabab!
“The ideal conditions that you are looking for don’t exist. We shall never be able to get rid of certain defects. The trick is to know that despite all your flaws you are an extraordinary person! Yes, you know very well but try to go beyond the limits that you are used to – for … More Reality Check!
A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’ His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil … More The Story of the Pencil
“Not a day goes by, when I don’t think of you after all this time, you’re still with me, it’s true!” ~ Lonestar He could make the day seem bright, with just one smile. All my troubles, all my worries, they would just melt away with one tight hug. With those big, protective arms closing … More Always on my mind!
“… in order to play out our destiny, we must read the world for hidden daily blessings” ~ Paulo Coelho Its amazing how I’ve started believing in signs, especially after reading this author’s brilliant books! I guess I was always surrounded by them, but off late… they are so obvious, that its hard for me … More “Dream a little dream for me”
what it would be like if you were a bird – careless & free, roaming the skies aimlessly… not bothering about money or food, or jobs & relationships and the stress attached to it! how the moon looks like vanilla ice cream with the words kwality scribbled all over it(sometimes, it looks like cheese too) … More Have you ever wondered…
Buddha was walking into the city market one day and near the city entrance an old bitter man was sitting on a box glaring at Buddha, who carried a bright smile on his face. At the sight of him this old man started cursing Buddha up and down, left right and center, telling him how … More Not accepting the anger of others
Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. This was in the initial days. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there.”
The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid. The disciple thought, “How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink! “So he came back and told Buddha, “The water in there is very muddy. I don’t think it is fit to drink.” After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake. This time too he found that the lake was muddy. He returned and informed Buddha about the same. After sometime, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back. The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it. The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had. So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha. Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said,” See what you did to make the water clean. You let it be…. and the mud settled down on its own – and you got clear water.
Your mind is also like that too. When it is disturbed, just let it be. Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own. You don’t have to put in any effort to calm it down. It will happen. It is effortless.”
“Having ‘peace of mind’ is not a strenuous job; it is an effortless process!”
Dedicated to all the avid book lovers I’ve ever known ~ Thank you Rosemary :) “Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants … More Date a girl who reads ~ Rosemary Urquico
Wondering what a typical ‘ad-wallah’s day @work is? Lemme try and capture the madness in the post (there’s absolutely no method to this madness… so stop hunting for one, RIGHT NOW!) Our days, mostly often begin after 11 am… even though technically, we are supposed to present in the office by 10 am. And we … More One Day @ an Ad Agency!
So I realised ~ where the men were given directions to date a woman who’s literate, you know, read ‘n write ‘n god alone knows what else, the women are still rather stupid about it – they are making the same illiterate mistakes! PU comes to the rescue with a broad guide of why the … More Date a guy who reads ~ the ‘follow-up post’ to *date a girl who reads*
As I awaited the most exhilarating experience of my life… the usual ‘nervous’ feelings were back! This time, I became accustomed to those feelings… the pattern was the same: nervousness mixed with excitement, the feeling of withdrawing at the last moment, and then finally… as I conquer my fears, the sense of achievement finally sinks … More Trek Tales ~ River Rafting, Kayaking & River Crossing @ Kundalika, 29th August
And then came 17th July ~ the day I had been waiting for! When I would rappel down 120 feet waterfall… relying only on a few ropes to save my life! As much as I had been excited about this day, I managed to fill in the drama! Went for a party the previous night and … More Trek Tales ~ Waterfall Rappelling @ Vihigaon, 17th July
Ok, I know im a little late… I wanted to get to my blog right after my trek! But trekking after 4 years, that too with bare minimum physical activity…. took a toll on me! :P Anyway… better late than never! TrekTales, here I come! ;) Chanderi : 4th July Ahh… preparing for the trek: I … More Trek Tales – Chanderi Trek on 4th July
Even though its been quite a while now since I have trekked, all the memories attached to my previous adventures are as vivid as ever! I still remember the time when I scaled the peaks of the sausage mountains at Khandala, walking through the clouds at 5.30 am… taking in the picturesque green lawns with … More A walk in the clouds, that’s all I’m asking for!
The raindrops touch my soul and set me free, the mountains are calling me! A walk in the clouds is all I crave for. I jus wanna grab a piece of that cloud…to comfort me whenever I need ! The vast ocean engulfs me…I want to drown my emptiness and fill my soul with all … More Nature’s Call
I decided to bring most of my blogging work on one platform, and so these are a few of my posts from 2008, when I was agitated about the 26th Nov Blasts. Reading this now feels so weird, cos everything is still the same. Four years later and that passion just died, within a year. … More A ‘GATEWAY’ to heaven!
I decided to bring most of my blogging work on one platform, and so these are a few of my posts from 2008, when I was agitated about the 26th Nov Blasts. Reading this now feels so weird, cos everything is still the same. Four years later and that passion just died, within a year. … More Terrorists DEAD. TERROR alive!
I decided to bring most of my blogging work on one platform, and so these are a few of my posts from 2008, when I was agitated about the 26th Nov Blasts. Reading this now feels so weird, cos everything is still the same. Four years later and that passion just died, within a year. … More My heart’s burning too!