My Ramblings

It was the last day of my stay, yeah pretty much it and before I could do anything about it, I got “farewell”-ed.  Don’t even think of it as any bit closer to getting “troll-ed” rather on a serious note, it’s heart-wrecking. Whenever you get to a new place, where every next thing you touch is new, every next person you meet is a stranger that you might never ever see in your whole life, you try seeking out people you might know from your past, you try finding acquaintances, who you can fall back upon otherwise the last resort is you stay there,  spend few hours, few days, a week, a month, and there is a chance you start finding a friend in many of those strange new faces, you start identifying with the surroundings, and the environment which  some time before felt very bizarre to you is now homely. And once these bizarre-seeming people become your friends; the people who at some time had shared the same notions, they might be the people who shared the same “un...

Ahhh … it feels so good to be writing with label “Trips”. P.S. : All are my clicks !  It was the Independence Day, which we chose for this trip. Ahh … I couldn’t buy one ‘ Tiranga’, the regret I am still embroiled in and that was all because of my travel-buddies who kept procrastinating . Anyways, the fear of getting ready by 7.45 am and that too on a holiday had started haunting me from the night itself. But thankfully I got up and didn’t even sleep on way to the waterfalls and the sanctuary. I finally had found the coterie of the travel-holics. By 8, we had hit the roads. Except the two, none of us had any idea about how far the place was, or how long was it going to take. But who cared? It was a little more than 3-hour journey to the Shivasundaram Falls.And all we did in these 3 hours was yelling, shouting, joking, singing, mocking, playing UNO-cards, Antakshari, and Maafiya. And not even the Innova's seating plan could debar the 6 of us from having fun. We were sea...