I kept watching through the window, wishing to be a child again so I could also colour my life as I wanted to without anyone looking, caring or judging me.
Then I walked out and caught my nieces hiding in the backyard spilling paints everywhere, even their faces as you see.
The worst part is that whenever we catch our kids doing something secretly they get scared or feel ashamed, often look apologetic or even start crying. And then there's another rare breed who will very confidently stand in your face to accept and take pride in their actions or start laughing saying "okay, I did it what's the big deal" and walk away.
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The Himalayas Return
"Tomorrow festival", tells us the friendly guesthouse owner.
Children aren't coloring books.
I kept watching through the window, wishing to be a child again so I could also colour my life as I wanted to without anyone looking, caring or judging me.
Cuba: More Than Just a Time Capsule
I visited Cuba during a tender moment of its life: in the past year, various U.S. travel and financial restrictions have been lifted, however the status of its long-standing embargo is still up for debate. With the thawing of this previously hostile relationship also comes an influx of tourism, both American and from those who want to visit before the Americans flood in. Even so, tourism is still moderate enough that the country has not yet succumbed to its cancers (read: multinational corporation takeovers).
Dhankar: Shadow Magic
I dragged myself, defying the blazing sun and all the physical limitations induced by my nonexistent fitness regime, to finally reach a point high enough to experience the full glory of the confluence of Spiti and Pin Rivers and their glittering floodplains. Floating clouds were casting moving shadows on the distant plains but not over my head. With such views in front of me, I should have felt like gods but with all the physical exertion,
Kasauli - The Misty Wonder
It's been one and half years since Kasauli, and many have asked me if, in the picture above, I'm just holding that notebook and pen for effect or were really onto something.
