Nothing is permanent in life and we all quite know this but we don’t really live holding this truth with complete awareness in
of whatever that happens with us.
I think Anjuna is such a nice place to grow up in. The beauty that lingers on the roads of Anjuna, the familiar Hello’s from my most frequently visited breakfast spots to unfamiliar Hello’s who seemed friendly enough. Every day is a celebration, here. While the grandmothers here make their own coconut oil,
For me, it has become a ritual to go on a trip after the semester ends. So we knew we had to go somewhere, and we decided to go to Varkala. We booked our train tickets from Calicut and caught it at 10pm on a thursday. The minute we got into our coach, I passed out with the showering breeze on my face. I almost sleep climbed the upper berth later, which I cannot recall.
When I wrote my last post, realization struck me like a magic wand that words of a traveler can inspire even a couch potato to switch off that TV/Laptop/PC and go outside and explore. I consider this post as a part of the charity work I do. Social work is not just helping slum children how to read and write, not just campaigning about ‘Say No to Drugs’, it is also to inspire people to wander, to get lost,