Nomadic Tales

Dear Travel, I hope you’re well, though I know you’re always on the move. You never rest, just like me. You and I have a story—a story written on the crinkled pages of well-worn maps, between the creases of a dusty backpack & across the unpaved roads of distant villages. Today, on World Tourism Day, I wanted to sit down & reflect on our journey together. You’ve been my companion, my guide, & my constant muse. Together, we’ve meandered through bustling streets, trekked over hills, dipped our toes into cool rivers & paused in silent awe before ancient temples. I write to you not just as a traveler but as a someone who has let go of the comfort of home & surrendered to the unpredictability of the road. So, this letter is my thank you, my reflection & my expression of endless gratitude. It’s a relationship built on curiosity, wanderlust & an ever-growing appreciation for the beauty, chaos & simplicity of life. As I sit under the shade of a banyan tree in som...

                         So, here’s how it all started. After scrolling endlessly through Instagram and feeling that familiar itch to escape the city madness, I stumbled upon this gem of a place called Badami, a town I had long heard about but never visited. The journey was as much about exploring the unknown as it was about connecting with history. This town is full of ancient caves, forgotten temples, and stories etched in stone it was like something straight out of a history book. So, without overthinking it (because when do I ever?), I booked my ticket on the Gadag Express and packed my bags. First things first, the Gadag Express is no Shatabdi, but it has its own charm. The journey started with the usual hustle at Dadar station. As the train chugged out of Mumbai, the city’s chaos slowly gave way to the quiet of the countryside. A warm plate of vada pav from a station vendor was my farewell to Mumbai—a last taste of t...