In Love With The Canopy of Reds “Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”- Rabindranath Tagore On city walk to the wondrous city of Dehradun, I chanced upon these canopy of creepers . The creepers entwined themselves in a circle of love, on the magnificent trees above. The hanging, red blooms swept me off my feet with their mesmerising dance of red. As they bobbed above my head, and the gentle breeze kissed…
A long Easter weekend is the perfect excuse to get away from our frenetic Parisian life. Pierre has meticulously chosen Briare, as our destination. I can’t wait to lay my eyes on Canal de Briare, the oldest canal in the world that runs almost thirty meters above the spectacular river Loire.
We took a pre-Christmas break, lazing at the dreamy Olaulim Backyards, in Goa. Olaulim Backyards is a quaint homestay, run by the warm, gracious couple; Savio and Pirkko. Savio is Goan while Pirkko originally hails from Finland. Though she has lived in Goa now for many decades. They live in the Backyards with their two lovely children, Manuel and Shameena and four adorable dogs, two stunning cats, a rescued, human donkey, Mantra and a very intelligent goat, Lilly.
I spent all of last week in the pristine lap of the Havelock, in the Anadaman & Nicobar Islands; away from choking habitation and non-stop hum-drum of the city life. This vacation was a welcome respite from Wi-Fi and phone connectivity, cradled in the arms of nature, sun, sea, sand and occasional downpours. We were staying at Barefoot Resorts, one of world’s best Eco-friendly resorts. Barefoot lies nestled between the Radhanagar beach and a thicket of over 70-80 feet…
Writing fuels my passion for life. So does travelling, that fills me with much ardour and love for this beautiful life. It makes my journeys of life exciting and replete with adventure. It is with this purpose I chose to start this series of blog posts every Wednesday, called Wanderlust Wednesday. Today’s post is a contemplative one and a revelation of my thoughts around travel.
It’s a cloudy Sunday morning. But the sun, though hiding behind the rain pregnant clouds, steals in a shower of golden glow upon me- or is it a creative glow? I’m blissfully unaware of the fact that this will be an eventful day; packed in a mean, scintillating punch.