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Can you remember?
Here, a house where my great-aunt Greta would wait for me with homemade biscuits. There a garden full of gooseberry bushes, with geese waddling and honking around me. Remembering can be quite magical. If…
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What If It Just Happened?
A day after the cremation, my psychiatrist called what I had experienced traumatic. The word stayed with me. But what if healing means no longer organising my life around what hurt me? What if…
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Love, Beyond Understanding
What does it mean to let someone go when every part of you wants them to stay? I used to think acceptance came from understanding. If I could understand why someone wanted to leave,…
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When Time Narrows Down to a Breath
I never thought this would be part of my journey. But here I am. At midnight, sitting beside someone I love as she dies, listening to her breathe. I expected fear, sadness, perhaps helplessness.…
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Mumbai, where contrasts are woven together.
Mumbai — everything at the same time. From slums to skylines, devotion to chaos, silence inside noise. This final India chapter moves through contrasts that refuse to resolve: faith, wealth, survival, beauty. A city…
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Gorkana: Slow days on sacred roads.
In Gokarna, travel slows into something softer. Between temple bells, beach walks, and uncertain plans, we find ourselves adjusting—not just to the place, but to each other and to movement itself. Decisions blur, certainty…
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Udaipur: The city with the gentle, quiet smile.
Udaipur surprised me—not with beauty, but with stillness. Empty rooftops, quiet lakes, foodie rhythms. Even the temple of Vishnu felt softened, not sacred in a loud way. Not every place leaves a mark. Some…
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Jaisalmer: Where we met Bob Marley.
We didn’t know what to expect in Jaisalmer. So we came without a fixed plan and left with more than we could have anticipated. This is a story about hesitation, small decisions that changed…
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Pushkar and the meaning of choice.
Some places don’t arrive all at once. Pushkar is one of them. It offers moments—subtle, almost invisible—where something in me has to decide. Not everything asks to be taken. Not everything asks to be…
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