”Every man can transform the world from one of monotony and drabness to one of excitement and adventure.” Irving Wallace Friday…The start The weekend always gives us a wing to fly, but for me, it was wow this time. A monotonous life a long working hour, blah blah conversation, having coffee in my same black mug, the wall and the same face in front of my eyes. Oh, I forgot […]
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk […]
The Start 30th December 2016, the year was about to end, having a hard year I was just looking to for a place to escape and have a quiet time with myself. It was quite frustrating going through websites, checking last minute deals, checking trains and hotels. I decided just to do something I have never done and try something different. Therefore, I booked a last minute deal on a […]
It always seems impossible to take the first step. However, if you get the motivation which can add a little spark, there is nothing better than that. No matter if it is any phase of life or any situation, reading or listening to something inspirational help us to restore and work with even more zeal. Travelling is one of the best treatment or gift which one can give to […]
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
TRAVELLING AGAIN By DU FU Temple remember once travel place Bridge remember again cross time River mountain like waiting Flower willow become selfless Country vivid mist shine thin Sand soft sun colour late Traveller sorrow all become decrease Stay here again what this I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before, I recall the bridge as I cross it again. It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting, […]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about […]