13/24

You know you’re healing when the thought of spending a cool Saturday afternoon alone at your local tapas cafe over a jug of chilled Sangria dreaming of crossing icy borders again fills you with such warmth that your stiff toes curl out in abrupt laughter.   whereisshyamni@gmail.com Connect: Facebook, Twitter & Instagram 

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10/24

  On the southern tip of India sits a temple with a blue door on it’s eastern wall always locked. Green murky waters of the 3 seas crashing ferociously outside; as if trying to touch the feet of Devi Kanyakumari.   Years ago I sat outside that door at the end of an exhausting journey... Continue Reading →

9/24

He had a knack for breaking things. She rocked on the toilet floor with trembling hands Trying to tape the smashed pieces of her mix cassette together.   She inserted it into her walkman and tried to press play. Didn’t work. She took a knife and tightened the screws And tried again. Her body sagged... Continue Reading →

8/24

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.  ... Continue Reading →

8. No

8. /No/ Barcelona, Spain I should have known when we landed well after 12am, through a rattling thunderstorm at Barcelona-El Prat aeropuerto. I should have known when I found out that the metro in Barcelona stops running after midnight on weekdays. I should have known when I sat through 34 stops on the night bus... Continue Reading →

6. Wonder

6. /Wonder/ Seville, Spain Having hung around for about 6 hours at Madrid’s T4 terminal waiting for the 5am train out of there connecting to Seville, I am already over this trip. Like what is the point, yaaarrr? I’m so way off my itinerary that I might as well go home now. Sighing-ly - yes,... Continue Reading →

5. Free

5. /Free/ Alfama, Portugal It smells of sweat and gelato baked together in midday Lisboa summer sun in here. There’s a stickiness to every surface that probably hasn’t been scrapped off since the last decade but I’m too hot and bothered to care. I plop down next to a window and semi-hang out of it... Continue Reading →

4. Space

4. /Space/ En Route LIS - MAD  6 days into the trip and the baggage status on the tracking website has changed from ‘not traced’ to ‘in-delivery’. By now I own a new Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a purple one and some underwear from H&M (because they’re the only place with big sizes alright!). I... Continue Reading →

3. Balance

3. /Balance/  Chaido - Baixa, Lisbon, Portugal. It must have been the first night in the first darn hostel when I strained the back of my foot. Climbing up and down top bunk beds don’t particularly suit us islander women (Note to self - ask for bottom in all future reservations). Gahhhh I just remembered... Continue Reading →

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