I have sufficiently worried myself, and panicked myself to the edge of the grave after the health scare last week. That I haven't died is because of the patient Bookhads (and some scolding from Ut k), N, Boy, and yes, my mother. Everyone else, apart from me, is convinced that there's nothing wrong with me,... Continue Reading →
Acceptance
As I sped down the highway and watched my thoughts melt over the road, somewhere in my mind I thought he was right. Most of my consciousness was occupied by the rushing of the empty road towards me and me gliding to reach it. But the rest of my mind was getting convinced by the... Continue Reading →
How Words Get Written
After the signing-off line in my last travelogue post, I realised that there is nothing such as a frustrated post. How can a post be frustrated? A post can be about frustration, and not frustrated itself. You get what I mean? So, here I am. Not frustration so much, but just to express how tough the... Continue Reading →
Oranges
I don't know if the produce is in abundance. I never know such things; they take gastronomy and attach it to economics, something that I immensely dread, because I never know what I should demand, and if it will ever be in supply. But I know that the fruit bowl is stocked with them, and that... Continue Reading →
#9: Reclaiming Sundays
Izmir - Istanbul *The post is titled so after the most wonderful Sunday I spent in Istanbul. May there be many more. Amen.* Although, I have 3 entries written for the last three days I spent in Istanbul, I have decided to keep them hidden inside my notebook. Here's a retrospective post instead of a... Continue Reading →
#8: When Fiction Meets Fact
Ephesus *This is a real-life story. It has some gaps, which will require some imagination on the reader's part. This story has been transcribed after it was told to me in bits and parts, orally. The names of characters have been changed. Apologies in advance for the bad narration.* In 1943, a Jewish refugee from... Continue Reading →
Wait for me
One of those days when I have wanted to kick back my shoes, and just lay down somewhere, anywhere, and I did. When I've pulled down the fastens from my hair and ran my fingers through it not worrying about how they fall. When I've curled up with back to back shows to escape the... Continue Reading →
#7: Trees
Pamukkale In the farming community of Central Turkey, when a child is born, the Turks plant Poplar trees to celebrate the arrival of the baby. As the child grows, so do the trees. Around 20 years of age, when the child is now an adult and old enough to need money for education/marriage/anything else, the... Continue Reading →
#6: The Quick Guide for Indians Travelling Abroad
Konya - Pamukkale So, you've got a lot of money and some breed of wanderlust bug has bitten you so much so that you decide to add to the coffers of another country. You book a trip online, get your ten thousandth passport stamped, and tell everyone who is willing to hear that you're going... Continue Reading →
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