A traveller's snaphots .

Dedicated to my “ghumakkad family” … for genetically endowing me with the “Traveller keeda” :D

(Although I still get hyper , moan ,fuss over and go on my mood swings before planning the trips .I can't live without them )

Travelling is a joy beyond  comparison . But once you look back upon it .. what exactly is left behind ?

The tickets ,which crumble with time …

The photos ,which are kept tightly wrapped in family albums ( or ,to switch back to 21^st  century … in some long lost folder on your hard drive )..

The souvenirs , gathering dust on some mantel piece in the house …

No ,right ?

What’s left behind are a series of tiny insignificant thoughts ,memories and incidents which just stick to some nook and corner of your cerebrum and make you smile :)

 

Mysore (this weekend )

Met this “chat wala” kiddo . Turns out ,he was from hamara U.P.

Oh ,the joys of chatting ( gossiping ,more likely ) in full blown desi hindi . And the poor guy was utterly baffled as to why was I roaming around with a friend who didn’t know HINDI !

Made me realize how “madrasi” I have become :D 

Paris ( May 2011 )

A metro train from Paris to it’s outskirts . We get down at the wrong station and realize that we are in the middle of nowhere !

And then this lady appears , her english was broken . And we were hopeless at french .

But somehow , she and her husband ( God bless his van ) help us out in planning the route back to our station .

Goodness ,it seems … knows no language :)

Kashmir ( May 2010 )

In the middle of Dal Lake ,it was eerie .

The famed lake ,with it’s supernatural beauty .It looked almost magical … with it’s placid waters and ripples .

As if undisturbed by whatever destruction man had wrought around it !

And there was this girl on a shikara , how old ? I cannot tell .

Rowing her shikara across the lake ,carrying flowers and the sunlight reflecting on her high cheekbones .

She just rowed past . And time stood still ….

Laddakh ( May 2009 )

The bazaar was closing . Tiny ,quaint shops ,dimly lit .

If it hadn’t been for the street lamps ,I might have been travelling in 18^th century . As the lights dulled , I saw this old woman .

Huddled in the corner of the street … that shiny walk wool shawl over her . She looked like a fragment of history .

Born of those mighty himalayas

Pondicherry ( January 2010 )

It was a small ,almost invisble church . I , Achyut and Huzi just walked in casually .

It was deseted inside . The church choir was practising in the corner . For some minutes , there was just us ,and the music and Him :)

The belly dancer in Dubai ,who danced for herself …

The stripper in Pataya .Who danced with her eyes …

The ticket collector in Bruseels , who greeted us with the biggest smile ever …

The child who ran behind us in Kerala back waters . All he wanted was a pen …and gladly caught it in the air …

The tiny girl who screamed with glee , as she raced her camel across Rajasthan dunes …

The sadhu in Badrinath ,moving and rejoicing with the passion of Bliss …

The soldier on Siachen glacier , with those grinning eyes ..

Memories … snapshots .. fragements … 

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