Just like I have mentioned in one of the previous posts, in this post too, I am short of pictures. When I open my gallery to check the AGRA pictures, I can’t believe that I don’t have enough good pictures to upload. Taking pictures is something I love and it’s also one of the reasons I had issues in my previous relationship. Sounds complex ain’t it? When was life simple anyway? Keeping my private life aside, I want to talk about certain emotions I have been dealing with since a couple of days. Not only ’cause writing it down here in the blog which is more like my diary would make me feel better but also I am sure there are a bunch of people out there who must be going through the same emotions as I am.
She kept telling me again and again. My dearest friend Krati. “The ‘Rajasthani Dance’ that takes place every day in the late evenings in Udaipur, is not to be missed”. I think it is since my first job days( 2012) that I have been wanting to visit Udaipur. We used to have office transport and one of my colleagues with whom I used to take the transport hailed from Udaipur. He would always talk about the place and show me pictures of the place, food and his beautiful sisters wearing bright lehengas for family gatherings. I would fall in love with the place more and more. I have this affinity towards colors. I love colors. Although I don’t wear them much. And the culture always appealed to me as it seemed way different from mine. Udaipur had been on my bucket list for a long time and since I was anyway traveling to Delhi, I thought of doing a short stopover at the beautiful city of Udaipur.
Well, it is a too- cliché tourist destination and I know I always make it a point to NOT BE CLICHÉ. To be honest, I feel like laughing my guts out while I write this sentence. Also, most of the people would totally dismiss it as the ideal tourist destination during winters, I mean, you would want to backpack to some place cold and hold the snow in your hands and make a snowman maybe! In fact, my trip was planned just a few days- probably 20- 25 days ahead of it. I backpacked to Thailand with two pairs of shoes and 4 pairs of clothes (for a span of 10 days) and covered the cities- Bangkok, Phuket, Krabi and Pattaya. But I am glad I went ahead with the trip despite being rather fickle- minded about a NOT- TOO- WELL- PLANNED international trip. Although the pictures that I have taken through my phone are nothing compared to the beauty that I have encountered, I hope you would find this post useful for your travel to Thailand.
It was a Thursday evening. I just got home from work, another rainy day has passed. I checked the places to visit in Delhi, AGAIN. The song “THE ODYSSEY” was playing on my new phone. The thoughts of Delhi being insecure and how one of my cousins had bad experiences in the capital thronged my head. Even when I didn’t want to think about it, the pictures of NIRBHAYA! When I was in school, my cousin always used to tell me his experiences in Delhi and I never really thought I would want to go there. It was never the destination for education or career. But the lanes of Delhi- 6, the poems about Delhi by Zubair Rizvi and Ghalib, the street food, the culture, the historic forts and the infrastructure from the Pre- Independence Era. The beauty of the places as seen in the works of the great photo journo Scott Schuman or Manou. One week, that’s it! Bang! Tickets done.