This Sunday afternoon, while the rest of the neighborhood relished the cozy charms of the quill, I decided to follow an unusual routine that I had started a week earlier. Last weekend, thanks to the Internet Shutdown, I had churned out a less than perfect sponge cake . Since then, though, the internet had returned and life had taken a turn towards normalcy. However, that was not enough to refrain me from the enticing possibilities of an empty kitchen this weekend. You see, I must admit that my love for cooking can be discriminatory at times but I am extremely fond of baking a cake. So this Sunday afternoon, I took the flour and the eggs and the powdered sugar and worked up a creamy batter. By the time little Messi woke up, the room was filled up with the sweet aroma of a freshly baked cake. “Umm, Happy to you!” Messi uttered, with a smile. To the little fellow, cake meant birthday and birthday meant cake and on a birthday one has to say “Happy to you”. The “Birthday” aft...
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.