My Reverie

 WANDERLUST “Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, the mind can never breakout from the journey”- Pat Conroy. Memories are empowering, sometimes, years after something has happened in your life, you remember it vividly as if the event occurred recently. Incidentally, this happens to only the most delightful memories as they are priceless to the heart and mind. Memories capture the human mind space and can be revisited as per convenience and demand.  In the literal sense, “m emories”  comprise the human ability to encode, store, retain and subsequently recall information and earlier experiences. In fact, the memory of a precious experience becomes more important than the experience itself. Experience  essentially comprises of the knowledge of an event through involvement.   The history of the word  “ experience” is intricately linked with experiment, it is about engaging and...

IN THE QUEST OF THE UNKNOWN “The World is a book and those who do not travel read only a page” St. Augustine. Since time immemorial, man has been driven by the desire to travel, to see the unseen and to discover the unknown. Fuelled by this unbridled ambition to unravel the priceless gems of mother earth, man has been exploring the bountiful wonders of this planet. The word travel probably originates from French word “ t ravail”. The literal meaning of the word “travel” is to go from one place to another, to undertake a journey. The discovery of various means of transport changed lives. W ith time and technology, travel has developed into a highly evocative word capable of conjuring up a plethora of diverse images. How did it all begin and where did it all start? Back in the Stone Age, when man was still evolving, exploration was a way of life. Man was constantly on the move for food and shelter. As the human race evolved, new modes of transport were invented and commutin...

T oo beautiful, too beautiful to let die ,I was out of teardrops and u forgot to cry! This is my tribute to our love, not our love story, because there never was a story in the conventional sense. Not a typical run of the mill story for sure. There was no beginning, no end, no tumultuous middle, there was a just a consistent and constant love. Like a resounding sound or reverberating music. It was just there, like the sun’s first rays or the moonbeams, it was everywhere yet one does not really sit up and take notice. We were anyway not the regular mush-mush run of the mill lovers but two fiery, feisty kindred souls who kept fighting what they should have accepted from the first moment, that they were two of a kind, that were meant to be together forever. We both knew, we were meant to be , we knew no other way and yet caught up in our own petty egos, no one wanted to make the first move. No one ever said the word, we moved on. To different cities, different people. New lov...