Preserving each moment with an unforgettable story!
Every year on 15th of September, for the past few years, I have been updating my travel list as a recap to all the places I have been in the previous year. This is my way of keeping the count on. Here’s a little secret—all these didn’t start until May of 2016. So in this much time, the count looks decent. Isn’t it?
We have found a new profession of defining how an intelligent person should think, how a sensible person should speak, or how a self-aware person should look. If my personal choices and actions differ from yours then I am not good enough because the benchmark has been set.
Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore wrote Where the mind is without fear after the partition of Bengal, at the time when talks of declaring India as an independent nation were happening. This poem described his idea of a new India, an awakened one.
I wish I could take each of them and show them around like I have experienced everything till now. But I have a feeling they wouldn’t have liked that. They are happy with what they have.
New beginnings must always be recognized! This is what I had on my mind for a long time. This is what I wanted to have by my name. Here’s me trying to build it step by step, post by post, and most importantly from moments to stories.
The more I meet people, I understand, there truly are two types of people—the realists and the hopeless romantics. The realists tend to take correct steps all through their life, they settle down, and live happily ever after. The hopeless romantics go with the flow, they are not bound to anyone or anything, and are never fully satisfied.
Over the time, she has become that girl who would run away from every situation, every person—whenever they don’t seem as expected or planned, or disturbed her in some way or the other.
Accept it or ignore it, but the cardinal truth is you and I are part of the same circus, where we take turns to be a happy or a sad mime. At times, we even do it in concomitance. Not oblivious to each other’s emotions, we mask our own with black, white, and red paint.
Delhi/NCR was beyond my imagination. If you’d asked me five years ago if I would consider moving to this place, I would have snapped and asked if you were joking! But who knew what was in store? In 2016, I moved to Delhi and started chronicling my life here.
You might know a part of it, a version of it—which, I assure you, is true. But you will never know the complete truth. Because the truth is mine. Just mine.
Moments to Stories 