Travel does more than take you places—it puts you face to face with your biases. It forces you to notice what you usually ignore. And suddenly, new possibilities appear.
It’s not about ‘just seeing.’ It’s about feeling, learning, and understanding. When you travel with intent, the world becomes richer. You notice details, connect with people, and see life from another angle.
That’s when travel truly keeps you alive—by opening your mind and reshaping the way you see the world.
An open window behind, a simple bench beckoning you to sit, a loyal plant keeping you company, and soft grass beneath your feet. There’s even a shade nearby, waiting for you to decide if you need it. Above you, the open sky stretches endlessly—a perfect invitation to pause and just be.
Now, imagine tossing in a book, a bottle of water, and a steaming cup of hot coffee. Sounds idyllic, doesn’t it? There’s just one catch: throw away the watch. This is not a moment for time to meddle.
This little setup isn’t just about comfort; it’s a rebellion. A rebellion against hurried calendars, buzzing phones, and endless to-do lists. It’s a reminder that life isn’t a race; it’s more like an unscripted performance under a limitless sky.
What happens when you sink into that bench? You’ll notice things—the subtle rustle of leaves, the changing hues of the sky, or the way sunlight dances on your coffee cup. Perhaps the book you brought along finally gets the attention it deserves, its pages flipping lazily in the breeze.
And if you’re lucky, you’ll discover the joy of doing absolutely nothing. Yes, nothing! It’s underrated, often mistaken for laziness, but oh, the freedom it holds. No notifications, no deadlines—just you, your thoughts, and maybe that sneaky plant that’s somehow photobombing your serene moment.
The best part? This isn’t a luxury reserved for sprawling gardens or countryside retreats. It could be your balcony, your backyard, or even a park bench nearby. What matters isn’t the setting but the mindset.
So, take the plunge. Open that window, grab your coffee, and let the sky remind you how vast your world really is—if only you’d stop to notice.
All you need is a sense of play. A little ease. And suddenly, laughter and joy follow.
Play isn’t just for kids. It’s what makes things work—at work, at home, and everywhere in between. Experiment. Try. Run. Jump. Do something silly.
It works. Every single time.
If you need proof, look at kids. They don’t overthink. They don’t worry about failing. They just play. And in that play, they create, explore, and discover—things, and themselves.
What if we could bring just a little of that into our daily lives? A playful mindset might just be the secret to more joy, less stress, and surprising new ideas.
So today, try it. Play. Not for a result, but for the fun of it. Let the laughter find you.
Kids do it all the time. Why shouldn’t we?
(at Alibaug Beach)
A good life is many things. Friends. Family. A roof above to keep you safe.
But sometimes, that very roof brings walls with it. And walls can become a cage.
Look at the rabbits in a zoo. They have food, shelter, and safety. Yet, behind those bars, do they feel free?
It makes you wonder—what’s the balance between comfort and freedom? Between safety and truly living?
A good life isn’t just about what you have. It’s about how you feel. Free to roam. Free to dream. Free to be.
Sometimes, we need to step outside the cages we build for ourselves. Even if they look like homes.
Another morning. Another airport.
What seemed like a car was just an assortment of lights, choreographed to perfection. Orchestration rules the world now. Every movement, every detail, neatly arranged.
Amidst the glitz and precision, an old friend appears, catching me by surprise. “You haven’t changed one bit,” they say.
“I’m glad you looked,” I reply.
A moment. A hug. A smile.
Orchestration may dominate our world, but moments like these remind us there’s something it can’t choreograph—genuine connections.
And for that, I’m grateful.
(at Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport)
The treads on tyres leave their distinct marks on the ground, telling a story of grip, direction, and purpose.
It’s the same with us. What’s inside shapes how we behave, speak, and leave our mark on the world. When the tread is strong, it shows in our character and actions.
But when the tread wears out—when we let life grind us down—the marks we leave lose their distinctiveness. A bald tyre leaves no meaningful trace.
The tread within matters. Nurture it, renew it, and ensure it’s ready for the road ahead. That’s how you leave a lasting mark.
At the border, ribbons flutter in the breeze. Messages of every kind, written in hues of hope.
One catches my eye: “One Korea. One dream.”
Despite the rockets launched or speeches rattled from global podiums, these ribbons remain steadfast, carrying fervent hopes and fragile dreams.
Dreams of a different future. A longing for peace. For harmony.
Thankfully, human hope endures where politics falters.
At Imjingak, the ribbons whisper what the world sometimes forgets.
There are pipes that surround other pipes. All carried by wheels. Which have more wheels within wheels than there are wheels!
Big pipes. Silent, sturdy, and taken for granted. They don’t ask for attention, but without them, everything stops. Water, gas, data, ideas—flow matters. And flow needs structure.
Much like leadership. The best ones don’t make noise. They don’t demand applause. They just keep things moving—efficiently, reliably, and often unnoticed.
These pipes feed us with information and ideas about the world. For our own good we better think of which pipes we drink from and what wheels power them!
(at Mumbai, India)
Sunday mornings have a different rhythm. A little slower, a little softer, and undeniably indulgent. The world pauses just long enough to breathe. And today, indulgence takes the form of a pink bicycle, resting under a canopy of green. A simple, striking contrast—bold yet comforting, playful yet serene.
There’s something about pink. It carries the spirit of childhood, the joy of carefree pedaling, the wind rushing past, and the giggles that follow. It reminds us that life doesn’t always have to be about speed. Sometimes, it’s about presence.
Green completes the picture. The colour of renewal, of balance, of quiet strength. It frames the moment, offering a reminder that the world is constantly growing, shifting, and flowing—whether we rush through it or simply sit and take it all in.
And so, this Sunday morning is just that. A blend of pink nostalgia and green calm, a visual pause before the week begins again. A moment to breathe, to absorb, and to be.
How has your Sunday been? Did you find a moment of indulgence before Monday’s gears start turning?
(at Mumbai, India)
“Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding.“
– Bill Bryson
Reality is overrated. Bills, deadlines, queues, and the baffling expectation to remember passwords—it’s all a bit much. Some of us, prefer to drift slightly outside the real world. Not entirely disconnected, just… loosely affiliated.
The real world insists on practical things—like reading terms and conditions before clicking ‘Accept’ or knowing the actual price of milk. Meanwhile, the rest of us are busy contemplating why ‘quaint’ is both a compliment and an insult.
Living in reality is a skill. Some master it. Others, well, we wander through life slightly bewildered but always entertained.
Which side do you fall on?