Airports and Train Stations

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I will be off for a couple of days for a short and much-awaited vacation! After the early morning caffeine induced study sessions, I am so looking forward to the relaxing holidays and leisure time with family and friends.

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Tenacious living

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Image credits: Markus Gebauer

The you I know is
One who gets up
When she falls;
She comes back,
When she goes;
She regains her positivity
If she happens to lose it.
She wins
If she happens to lose.


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H-O-M-E

To me, home isn’t a place; being home is a feeling. I don’t know if I can articulate it perfectly, but home to me is love and warmth. It is the feeling of going back to people who love and care about you and who you can’t wait to see. And it isn’t just the feeling when you’re away from home living in a different city/country and visiting your family. It is in the routine and the mundane everyday.

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From Mundane Evenings to Unplanned Adventures

Unplanned Trips

An unplanned visit to an Egyptian themed mall clubbed with a long drive in a convertible car when the weather is just so pleasant and the wind loves messing up your hair while you drive at 100+ speed, admiring the skyline of the city lit up with night lights – was the highlight of my last week. Continue reading

Something that needs to be said

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Often in life we fail to appreciate the people who bring sunshine in our lives. Life is too short , they say. I always used to think this as some kind of joke.

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Collecting Flags !

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I have a weird confession to make to all of you. So here you go –

I often check the Flag counter on my blog. AND I relate the views from a particular country to the people I know from that country who MIGHT be reading my blog !

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A Trembling Trail

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My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.

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