Quoted.

“She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ”

― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Realizations are interesting.

What is even more of an interesting and thoughtful experience is the realization that you have realized a certain something. It makes you think of the rationalization behind the previous realization. And it feels nice.

You could say, reading this quote again let the music rise to a crescendo, painted the empty canvas with streaks all in my head. Clearly, my head will now be a mess of thoughts tonight.

Because I’m from Chennai

There are a number of quotes I could pick from to describe my love for Chennai, the place I call home. Words that articulate the love for a place. But those are words about a different home – theirs. In …

Date A Girl Who Travels

Reblogged from Life and Journeys:

Just found this lovely on blog of Aleh and could not help but share here :)

Date A Girl Who Travels - Solitary Wanderer

"Date a girl who travels. Date a girl who would rather save up for out of town trips or day trips than buy new shoes or clothes. She may not look like a fashion plate, but behind that tanned and freckled face from all the days out in the sun, lies a mind than can take you places and an open heart that will take your for what you are, not for what you can be/

Read more… 94 more words

Beginning the year with this reblog. Here's to a brilliant adventurous year. :D

One-Day on the Highway to Bangalore

It is obviously fitting that my last post for the year is about a trip!

I’ve seen loads of people go on these one-day business trips and, in the case of my father, he comes back and falls asleep. Now, having experienced one of those, I can safely say that it sure is tiring.

I had to attend an interview for the Young India Fellowship programme (which is a really amazing course with a focus in diverse knowledge) and that was what took me to Bangalore.

Creme brûlée at a Parisien café

Link : Creme brûlée at a Parisien café

Because Paris inspires.

It’s a link to one of my articles.

Of course we’ve all fantasized of touring Paris, traversing La Seine in boat, shopping and perhaps a romantic date. Yet, Paris is so much more than this and so little.

While sitting at a corner cafe in Paris, you watch the world speed by…

Quoted

“If you are 22, physically fit, hungry to learn and be better, I urge you to travel – as far and widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to. Find out how people live and eat and cook. Learn from them wherever you go.”
- Anthony Bourdain.

Temporary post

A few of my posts are hidden right now; for reasons involving half baked applepies posts and other nostalgic feels, because I’m a sucker for nostalgia. More Singapore entries will show up in a few days.

A desk by the window; and a letter to write.

Dear readers,

You walk home to find a little nondescript looking paper on your table. Yet there’s a hint of colour, a stamp at the top corner. Something that brings a smile to your face as you lift is up wondering what words will fall out and dance around you. You pause before tearing the envelope open, to think of the different possibilities of what the letter might contain. Of one thing you can be sure of – it is highly improbably that it is a letter inviting you to Hogwarts.

Between the Spaghetti-ly Appendage

So, one of the interesting things that happened (albeit earlier), was my discovery of lunch-food.

Well, obviously lunch is at the university campus, and being a vegetarian, my first day looking through the different stalls had me thinking how I was going to survive lunch. Granted, there is a good-ish Indian food stall, which has meat-free food, it didn’t taste right. Perhaps, I am being a bit silly…

There’s never an excuse for Harry Potter

I’ve grown up in the magical world of Harry Potter and I’m most definitely not a muggle.

So, imagine my excitement and joy when I found out that there was a Harry Potter Exhibition in town! (In town, referring to Singapore of course.) So, Wednesday morning, I found myself work-free for a couple of hours. And I hopped onto the MRT and headed to Marina Bay Sands MRT station from where I had to walk across the swanky mall to get to the Art Science Museum where the exhibition is being held. The walk through the mall was like a ‘holycrapexoensivestuffeverywhere’