I was thinking that the number 8 has been unlucky for me recently. But why? When I first started following Manchester United, Nicky Butt used to clad the number 8 jersey. Not my most favorite player in the world, but he did what was required from him. In came one Wayne Rooney to take over the number 8 and hit the right chord in me. When he moved on to number 10, Anderson took over the number 8. That is one for the future. I tried harder, had to be something worse. But no matter how deep I went, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the number 8, except of course, for 8 th March, International Woman’s Day. You might be tempted to think what could be wrong about the day, but 8 th March has actually been a memorable day in my life. It was the day I first confessed my feelings to the only girl I ever fell in love with. I proposed and got disposed, sadly. But, with some divine intervention probably, what followed was a memorable 8 years together, which unfortunately could not proceed to ...
What is life without moments that take our breath away? Moments that make us laugh, make us cry? Moments that make life worth living? Travel is to the soul what food is to the body. Imagine a walk to a waterfall that makes you forget your worries. An azure Sky that urges you to embark on a soul-searching trip. Placid seas, lush-green mountains. Imagine heaven on earth. This blog is an effort to cling to such moments and transform them into words. Distinctiveness. Words. Life. Travel.