Things I learned from the Mumbai Local

When you live in Mumbai suburbs, conversations about the local train is bound to happen. This post is about what I learned from my five year mumbai local travel. Years back I met an old man at Dadar station waiting for a train, he asked me a question which I couldn’t answer, “How many years... Continue Reading →

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Things that make me happy

What makes you happy? What is that one thing that makes you smile? What is that one thing that makes you wish, you live longer? It can be your better half, your parents, family or simply a hobby or a goal you wish to achieve. When I sat down to answer this question, there are... Continue Reading →

My First Failure

I have always been the person who puts her heart and soul even in the smallest thing asked of me. From school till last week, I have never really faced a major failure. Emotionally I have failed a million times, but for the first time last week I failed as a part of a team... Continue Reading →

My First Flight

‘Is this your first flight ever?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Yay!’ and the two girls continued some happy murmurs. ‘Why? What happened?’ ‘It is also our first flight experiences ever!’ I smiled. ‘Wow! This will be beautiful’ I said to myself. It was only a day back I had returned from the Manali Camp when I met these... Continue Reading →

My First Horror Film

‘Let’s go for Conjuring 2’ someone texted in my group and everyone bombarded with a yes. I read and didn’t respond as I am scared of horror films. A friend in the group insisted I should watch it and face my fears to which I politely denied. The next day someone read reviews and said... Continue Reading →

My First Trek

My first big college trip to Malvan in Oct 2015 moulded me in many ways. It gave birth to this blog and planted a seed of travelling within. This trip made me revisit my vague childhood trekking memories. The same year in December my cousin asked me if I wished to go the highest peak... Continue Reading →

My First Mistake

My first mistake is about this one person I loved, my first love. After five years, my first mistake. Five years is the maximum time I have ever taken to realize that something I did was a mistake. It has taken me a year now to admit it finally that indeed my first love was... Continue Reading →

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