Every time I get on a long-distance train My inner Simran steps in hope That this is the trip I’d meet the Raj of my dreams. I’ve ridden through mountains, lakes and deserts Jatin-Lalit on background score (through a USB!) My neck craning a little higher at every second bend. Seeking. Hoping. Waiting. And it has taken me my whole life to understand … Continue reading 8/24
I miss the days. When cupcakes were just vanilla sponges with icing. Sprinkled with hundreds and thousands. I miss the days. When I wore fake gold bangles and played pretend in our building’s abandoned stairwell for hours. I miss the days. When I would go to sleep in Prague and wake up in Zurich. When cupcakes could heal, gold was kept for … Continue reading 5/24
Around 2.00 am, exactly 4 and 1/2 hours before my train to Košice, Slovakia, my heart started doing these crazy palpitations. I sat up and tried to gulp big mouthfuls of air then take slow, deep breaths. I know all too well by now what was happening. I was having another panic attack and the only way I could calm myself down, was tell it that … Continue reading A Piece of Prague
I am writing this on yet another over-night train journey and the fact that there is a Brazilian couple on the top bunks above me whispering playful whatevers to each doesn’t actually help writing this post! When you’ve been on the road for the past 4 months and in a steady relationship with your work prior to leaving for the trip, its no smart science … Continue reading The One-Night Option
Budapest exhausted me. Not exactly from the sightseeing and playing tourist but more emotionally. While it’s a beautiful city, no doubt, the travel brochures and guides skilfully hide what a sad, depleting city it is. If you are planning to visit Budapest sometime in the near future, may I suggest skipping this post, as I don’t want to bias your trip. Buda & Pest were … Continue reading Budapest; not so charming.
I have forgotten how to say thank you & excuse me. I mean I haven’t forgotten my manners but my brain has switched to Turkish and I keep saying sağol and pardon to everyone! I am writing this post after my Budapest leg. In hindsight, I must admit I didn’t give Vienna the time it deserved and also very naively thought that Budapest would be on par … Continue reading A Day in Vienna
Where is Shyamni? 