I Walked an hour and a half looking for breakfast
Empty stomach grumbling and screaming for food
Have you heard of, “hungry man is an angry man” I was the perfect example.. .
When I finally set my eyes on “DRUNCH”
I dunno if it’s the purple bear or the flowers that caught my eye first.
I just had to stop and click and click
Do you think it’s a happy ending Where I meet my food and live happily ever after
When I checked my pictures I noticed the word “Closed”
So I walked away with a heavy heart and an empty stomach.. continuing the search for my dear breakfast..
Is a freelancer ever really on holidays
I find my mind constantly ticking over, never really shutting down when I’m on holidays
But then there are some moments when I stop & think, “oh wow, those water tanks are cool.”
If you’re a freelancer that can actually relax on holidays, let me in on your secret!! 👇🏼
A small time travel in Kyiv
In the apartment where I am staying in Kyiv, there is a small playground. Often I see many kids playing there in the evening, probably because it is not too hot and it’s still bright outside (the Sun sets later than 9pm these days). One day I came home after having reviewed my car and drone in the city, and I saw these kids having an exciting time constantly jumping off a mere bench.
In general, I don’t find kids particularly adorable, but this time I was happily overwhelmed by the cuteness and innocence of the scene. Besides, it also seemed to present an obvious contrast to how I had spent my afternoon - I reviewed some legal clauses at the drone service center, made a payment with a credit card, and later reviewed the car’s fuse box myself. It might have been productive but my afternoon was devoted to the typical ‘adult’ things, according to my childhood world view. But I remember being just like one of these kids only some 25 years ago. Who have I become What have happened in my life and for what The sweet scene was mixed with these heavy questions, so I felt slightly confused.
It was certainly not a feeling of regret about growing up or some past choices in life. Rather, it was about the realization of the unperceived disconnect among different periods of life, where no single part is less important than others - all of them have shaped me the way I am today.
Traveling usually offers physical travels, but occasionally it provides time travels as well. And I am grateful to encounter all these small ‘hints’ that help me remember what I was like, and understand how the past is still part of my present. This idea might actually be in line with the typical phrase about the purpose of travel, to find oneself, although it usually seems to give an overly romantic portrayal of traveling.
@ Kyiv Oblast, Ukraine, July 17, 2019
Journey to my mountains!
The sky was gray when we walked towards the bus station at dawn. At one of the corners, I saw the Uttarakhand Transport Bus, the one that was going to take me to the mountains. This is the only bus that leaves Haldwani towards Khetikhan at 5.30AM, sharp!⠀
I have no clue how many of you, reading this, would find my mountains fascinating. I definitely insist you to join me to these remote parts, where tourism is a far fetched dream and peace is found in abundance. ⠀
So, there is a thing about traveling in this bus. Its an amazing experience. There are some instances which I wait for desperately. I take the bus for these small little moments of happy!⠀
In about 30 minutes, civilization is left behind, we enter the magical world of the hills. You can literally feel the difference in the air you breathe. ⠀
In an hour and half, we cross Bhimtal. The ill effects of tourism is quite clear here. There is waste lying around, too many cement houses constructed, and the traffic can get annoying. Nevertheless, the lake is beautiful. ⠀
In about 3 hours, we reach a point called Pahadpani. The bus takes a break and I go to my favorite tea shop. The place serves hot tea accompanied with pakoras and jalebis. And its with a view! ⠀
In 4 hours, we can see the mighty Himalayas welcoming us with so much love. Unfortunately, the monsoons do not allow everyone to see them. Because, I am so connected with them, I know where they are. I can expect them to smile slyly, watching me come greet them, yet again!⠀
In 5 hours, out of nowhere, there is a small cluster called Khetikhan that appears. Once we leave Bhimtal, the whole route has nothing but tiny villages. Cement is rare, mud and stone houses still stand firm. The Deodars sway with joy, the birds chirp louder, and love is in the air!⠀
Also, I know a warm embrace is waiting to welcome me here.⠀
To be honest, I can't put in words what it feels like to travel from Haldwani to my village. All I can say is, I feel my heart feeling closer to home than ever!⠀
PS - Stories from Khetikhan coming up soon!
Meet Saint John of Nepomuk! In 1393 he refused to tell the King of Bohemia (Wenceslaus) what the Queen of Bohemia revealed to him during confession so the King threw poor John off the Charles Bridge in Prague. Because of this, John of Nepomuk is the patron saint of bridges and protects against drowning and the like. On happier note, isn’t that shoreline pretty!