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There are three types of travelling I’ve done so far.

1. Solo

2. Group

3. Duo

The solo travelling wanders through your fears, basic ideologies, thought process and other psychological elements. The fun part becomes a secondary object and you travel within yourself.

The traveller understands the situations better and the ideas that pop up in the head are the ones called experience. The responsibilities are solely on you and you need to be cautious and attentive.

Whereas when you travel in a group, fun is your priority. You are drawn towards the things you’d never do when you are alone. you do things for the sake of pure fun.

Let’s see it this way- you aren’t a selfie queen/king (most of the travellers aren’t anyway) but when you are travelling in a group, you might end up with 100 and above selfies (otherwise known as groupfies). Your individual choices are kept aside automatically and social nature pops out. The group travelling is beneficial in so many ways yet just like yin and yang there are disadvantages of it too.

Talking about the advantage of group travelling, the obvious first one is that the responsibilities are less than what they were when you were travelling alone. The whole group shares the responsibilities and the task undone can be performed by anyone else, in case of inability.

The disadvantage- you cannot explore everything you want to as you would have done, when alone. The quietly standing shop at the back of the mall that you wanted to explore, you missed it because the group wanted to be at the museum at 11. Or the place you were excited about and read a lot on internet was not on the group’s list.

And now talking about the duo travelling. It’s a trip where you have a fellow traveller with you. He can be a stranger, a friend or family.

The basic characteristics are that you start contradicting your ideas, reminiscing about them. There are talks, we don’t talk exactly about intellectual stuff but about how we see the world. The conversations are float and simple in nature. Your thoughts somehow match and you’re relaxed. A good fellow makes the songs dull and scenes more alive. The extract, there is always an extract to these travels. It takes you through your life.

These extracts remain for your lifetime. They are the result of intense conversations where you are talking about just travelling. You see people not just with your perspective, but also from another perspective where you know you are comfortable.

A friend of mine and I extracted three important things from our recent trip to Chitrakoot(Uttar Pradesh,India).

There are three most biggest and important things in everybody’s lives, however much they are ignorant of it.

1. Happiness

2. Dreams

3. Hobby

Valentine vibes


The setting sun gave her colours she wanted for so long.

The only thing she had that was still unused was the thing she gave him back.

Her heart.

For she depended on her brain to take the decisions. the brain that saves the heart and in return gets peace.


How to study

During exam time, all you want to do is have fun. Watch movies, play games, wander around or just sleep.

So it’s like I want to study and I try to get more fun.

Done? Understood?

So my idea is to have so much fun that your heart wants to study. Bore yourself out of fun so that you could study.

Got it?😊

A trip to understand religion

The courage

Definitely some of us dream of a heroic death. In a battlefield, conflict of area saving someone or something important. We imagine it, the scenarios constantly crawl inside our brain pushing us towards more dreams. 

It still raises questions. Will we ever be able to make the ultimate sacrifice when the time comes? The courage, will it appear just on time? Will we feel that it’s worth it then? 


This was my pain, that you thought was happiness;

Splattered on my wall, crying with me;

Laughing with you, at you;

It held my wall for it was in pain, it wanted to fall off;

But it stayed, what made it stay so long?

Ask me.

You humor me.

Answer to that- I don’t know, I can’t know.

It is for me to feel, you to see;

Yet it is for me to cry and you to ignore;

It was there, for naked eye to see, but I was clever;

You are foolish, because it was for visible, with your eyes, you could see;

It stood there dying, with me, didn’t you see?

I cry with it, live with it, it knows my pain.

The pain painted and written, ignored and betrayed.

Were you willing to see it, because if you were, why didn’t you see it?

Suddenly I just wanted to get away from all the study, fun, friends -basically from my hostel. So I embarked on a walk alone after not getting a partner to accompany my ‘the thought walk’. I wandered here and there, not knowing where I was going. A time came when I doubted that whether I will be able to find my way back to hostel or not. But I kept on walking, refusing to go back so soon.  I saw many dogs and played with them for some time and I saw humans too.

Thoughts were jumbled up in my mind and messing with the thought process. All of them were just moving inside my head in search of a motive, a direction. So, as I left the alleys behind for the main road, my thoughts also reached the destination they were craving for.

So here’s what came to my mind. There were so many people walking, riding their vehicles and everything that was a part of their daily routine.

I was disturbed by the fact that there are so many faces among them who were not able to do what they wanted to do. Many of them may have left their dreams behind to search for a livelihood to survive and support their families. What they could have been if they were able to do what they dreamt of.

And I was on the other hand taking my freedom to do anything I wanted, for granted and that too for so long.

Isn’t it wonderful when just a walk alone and an empty bus stop with people passing by can do to your life! This could be your life changing moment, if you chose to embrace and welcome it with an open brain and heart.

Sinful calmness

Heavy snakes cascaded through the red wet sand to reach the marble palace and tainted it felt the same heaviness and the reddish heat.

The light cotton structures above them guarded over them to ensure that everything goes according to the plan. 

The result- magnificent long curvy strikes over a huge expanse of area and then the abrupt pristine whiteness marred with the same curvy strikes with the leftover red. The sky- clear light blue and at its best was lightly scattered with playful fluffy clouds.

Well, about the plan- it was pre-planned. The pleasant soft green grass was gently swaying at being teased by the coltish wind – it was planned in advance. Months ago it rained and thus the greenery.

The summed up result- the pure turned sinful which calms you. 

​10 autobiographies every teenager should read

Teenage phase is the time of your life when you are struggling to survive through the transition from childhood to adulthood.  Your body goes through the chaotic hormones that change every second and people irk you with treating you as an adult now and a kid next minute. A time when everything seems either ‘happily ever after’ or ‘forever going down’, there is a need of sense of reality with positivity and answers you seek.  
Autobiographies serve these purposes very well.  10 autobiographies that every teenager should read at least once:-

I know why the caged bird sings – Maya Angelou

The book presents a vivid account of author’s family, social experiences and the insecurities she felt which played an important role in her growing up. Besides narrating the caste and class system of South America, it also deals with various problems that she faced while growing up and how she dealt with them.
The black notebooks – Toi Derricotte

The book travels through various struggles that the author faced because of her self-doubts and fear. Also she continuously battles with the question that who she is and whether she should let people know that. 
Playing it my way – Sachin Tendulkar

Master blaster reveals his journey from local buses to world class BMW. The book not only gives glimpses into the childhood and life of idol of many, but also motivates and encourages people to go on in life. 
The glass castle – Jeannette Walls

The memoir is all about the love for a loyal but dysfunctional family. The children learn to take care of themselves, helping each other, embrace life fearfully and eventually find their way towards happiness and success. 
Three cups of tea – Greg Mortenson & David Oliver Reiln

The author along with Relin recounts a journey which took him from the failed K2 climb to successful establishment of schools in some of the isolated regions ok Pakistan & Afghanistan. This is a heartening story of converting bomb and guns to books and knowledge.
Truth, love & a little malice – Khushwant Singh  

A large section of population in India is already aware about a story or two about khushwant Singh’s life. This autobiography presents the entire life story of the renowned author. This book stacks up all the stories that prompted whatever the author is, at present.
Mein kampf – Adolf Hitler

To get the picture what resulted into emergence of Hitler, this autobiography is must. The book bares, his childhood, aspirations, political ideologies and plan he had for the future of Germany.

The diary of a young girl – Anne Frank

The horrors of war can be easily traced in this book along with the conditions of Jewish people in Germany during Hitler’s tyranny. The firsthand account provides a vivid account of isolation from the outer world and constantly present threat to life and freedom. It is a story of a young girl growing up in the confinement of four walls during war.
 The autobiography of Benjamin Franklin –  Benjamin Franklin

This book contains the life story of one of the America’s founding fathers, Benjamin Franklin. He was a self taught, an excellent orator and extremely witty. This book is totally mesmerizing account of his life which was full of intellectualism and optimism.
Angela’s ashes –  Frank Mc court

The memoir’s author was born in depression-era Brooklyn and raised in slums of Ireland. He recounts the continuous poverty he lived in, begging to avoid starvation and supplemented with father’s alcoholic habits. But still he tells the tale with forgiveness, happiness and enthusiasm.

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