Stories Worth Sharing

It was freezing cold night of December. We came out of local restaurant at 2200 hours after feasting the scrumptious food and started searching for a cab to go back to hotel wandering through narrow streets of Amritsar . The street was almost empty with few local vendors selling favourite dessert of India, Gulab Jamun in tiny kiosks.  We decided to walk to hotel but looking at the distance and newness to the city, we gave up the idea. Trawling, we reached the middle of the street where we found a man sitting on the threshold of the stairs of one house. We asked him if he can guide us so that we can reach to hotel. He suggested hiring a rickshaw instead of searching the cab. A rickshaw puller was standing few steps away. A man called him and asked him to drop us to the hotel.  At first, we were unwilling, but the man assured us that he will drop us safely. Moreover, the rickshaw puller was known to him and he used to ferry school kids from the same street. The rickshaw puller

In October 2017 I visited Dilli Haat with my mother to enjoy the organic food festival. We walked through various stalls and bought some organic stuff. It was at one of the stall, while buying lemongrass, when she already handed over the money to the vendor, she changed mind and decided not to buy the same. Without realizing that she hasn’t taken the money back, she politely refused the vendor and started walking with small steps. She must have walked few steps ahead when a quaint voice stopped her “Mam you forgot your money”. Customary, my mother collected the money, appreciated him for his integrity and honesty. The vendor, a young boy hailing from Uttarakhand, became the hero for us. The mere thought that honesty still prevails and people do have strong value system made both of us happy. While travelling in metro last week, a small kid boarded metro with his mother and started roaming. People were enamoured by his innocence, his gullible acts. He would walk few tiny s

Awe struck, I watch the Golden Temple at night listening to holy chants of Guru Granth Sahib . The glistening reflection of the temple on the Holy Sarovar mesmerizes me.The Holy music makes being played fills the air with divinity. Darbar Sahib surrounded by Holy Tank (Amrit Sarovar) Be it night or morning, the spectacular Darbar Sahib always enthralls. The Holiest, the most revered Gurudwara of Sikhism Tourists from all over the globe visit this revered site of Sikhism. 

How ecstatic he must have felt when he first held me, as an infant, in his arms. The caressed, hugs, the way he tossed me up in the air, the cuddles that I was embraced with as a child are still intact as a memoir deep in my brain. Being raised by a single mother, he was a fatherly figure to me. Hence the saying “When one door closes, another door opens… I am writing this post to recollect the sweet moments I shared with him. Some people hold special place in our lives that even when they go away, those places remain void filled with emptiness that no one can fill. So was he... With great vibrancy and enthusiasm, he would wake me up every morning for school. Weekends were always fun and a short trip to nearby market or an ice cream treat was guaranteed. Come summer vacations, we would pack our bags and head towards the mountains to beat the heat and get mesmerised by the picturesque view of Mother Nature. I still remember, as a kid, every Sunday he would take us t

  8th July 2016- It was 1320 hours when the plane landed at Dabolim airport. As we stepped out, cool breeze flowing added more to the excitement. The place welcomed us with refreshing gentle wind filled with aroma of wet sand. What else could have one asked for. As the cab drove us to the hotel, we were entranced by the captivating view of the Arabian Sea . Both sides of the road were covered by coconut trees with wind stirring their branches. As we crossed Mapusa, roads became narrower with bars, taverns, hotels and restaurants constructed with beautiful facade resembling Portuguese architecture. Equally, enchanting was to see lanterns hung at the entrance of the colourful houses. The drive involving transfer from airport to the hotel was rejuvenating that guaranteed a trip loaded with excitement.   It was monsoon and the entire state was wet and looked surreal. The clouds were partly covered by the grey lining. Though Goa is known for beaches, yet