People often say travelling is a great way of learning new things and meeting new people...Sometmes it can translate into much more than that...as I learnt from my last trip. When you first land on foreign soil...the expression is not awe...its more like..hell! Where did i keep my passport xerox now..After you are through wid all the umpteenth formality and get a breather...only does it begin to sink in.More so if you are travelling alone, you tend to have this very gaurded on-your-toes demeanour initially, but once you have loosened up a bit, you discover that travelling alone too can be a beautiful experience.
Each country and city dishes out its own fare...but for somebody from the single most populated nation in world, the sheer absence of humanity in Europe hits you instantly.And atleast in whole of one month I never saw even three people together!! It was funnily weird but as days rolled, everyime I had to click a pic...I'd wait for that lone pedestrian to pass, almost as if he were an unwarrented disturbance to my frame...or maybe it was just the perfect scape that lay ahead that made me indulgent.

Writing has always been like an unrealised passion for me....sometimes scribbling down on the last page of any book that i could lay hands on....sometimes just feverishly typing on a word document...poems, article...just random thoughts sometimes.
I think it brings you joy expressing your half baked thoughts and though people sometimes call it an art and sometimes science...I think its just that EXPRESSION.