Life is contained in small-small moments. One can map his whole life in these fractions of time. If I think about the last two years, random flashbacks come flooding into my mind. Whether it's the
River rafting in Rishikesh
or the flowers of Mukteshwara
or the boats of Bhimtaal
or the Botanical Gardens of Denver
or the beaches of Goa
or the mysteriousness of Naukuchiataal
or the French architecture of Hanoi
or the Faltirons of Boulder
or the cafes of Dehradun
or the palace of Kumbhalgarh
or the long queue at Taj Mahal, Agra
or the roads of Munnar
or the culture of Thekkady
or the Toy Train of Ooty
or the aesthetics of Tirupati
or the ethinicity of Jaipur
I'll never forget them all.