Nautical Musings

Writer’s block. I know it is something that we all who love writing detest. And no, it is not a poor ‘excuse’ for inability, rather a sabbatical to rendezvous with inspiration. I had been searching for words, I had been searching for ideas but just like a mocking hawk, they flew right over the top of my head.

I’ve always been acquainted with the sea by virtue of living in a coastal city. But I actually fell in love with the sea due to the anime One Piece. The adventures that they embark on, the friendship that they harbour, is all that gives my heart warmth. I search for them at the sea. The best feeling ever is sitting on the coastal promenade with headphones blaring One Piece music.

Being in an institution which is right by the sea, now I have the sea within my reach at anytime. I usually go along with classmates but I also enjoy solitude. Today, I had several free lectures unlike my colleagues which prompted me to go by myself. It was just a spontaneous decision with a tangible concern for not being able to write well lately.

A hoodie to fend off the cold weather and nice music to accompany.

I sat on the promenade, my eyes looking ahead at the unknown. The air of the seven seas hitting my face. I felt free. Like I have nowhere to go back to, no deadlines to report to. It is just me, and the sea. At that moment, I didn’t belong anywhere but the sea. Looking at the possibilities that the blue horizon could lead to.

Everyday, looking at people and cars smothers me. I feel like the world is a cramped place. But at that moment, the world was something more. A sphere of infinite adventures. Maps cannot trace dreams and horizons. The sea is so fluctuating. There is so much more to its every move. The sea has a purpose for which it always keeps on persevering. Yet it is not tied down by anything. The sea is alive. It can feel. If you love it, it loves you back.

I looked at my watch. More than an hour to go. I decided to walk till the end of the promenade. I felt adventurous. Like my bag carried some kind of compass. I kept walking, albeit cautiously, staring at my watch again and again to make it back on time for the lecture. As I walked ahead, I saw the sea change colour. Earlier, it was a darker shade of blue, now, it turned into a lighter hue. The gradations were perfectly demarcated. Such is the play of sunlight.

I saw seagulls soaring. They flew in flocks right overhead. Their pristine white feathers perfectly contrasted with the blue sea and subsequently the blue sky.

I sat there for some time, taking in their flight, contemplating whether I should go back or continue my journey. I looked at my watch again. One hour. I started walking again, determined to go until the end.

Amidst people on my right and exquisite buildings on my left, I directed my gaze only at the sea. Ignoring a call or two, I kept moving. Because at this moment, it was just me and the sea. A clandestine meet with only the seagulls as confidants.

I always believed that the promenade ends abruptly with a ‘do not go ahead’ sign. But when I reached there, I was surprised. There lied an extended platform, which harboured an exhilarating view of the sea from all the three sides. The positioning of the sun was picture perfect. I gave up looking at my watch and just lived in the moment. Took a picture or two.

I turned heels and started tracing my way back, a spring in my step. Sometimes being alone can take you to new places. As I neared my institution, I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes to go. I started making my way back to reality, eyes heavy with the fantastical lull of the sea. I learnt two things. One being that I underestimate my walking speed too much.


Somehow, it strikes a chord. I believe ‘colors’ here does not imply physical associations like blue or black or orange. How can we even say that? The sea is free. It cannot be tied down by any associations. The ‘colors’ imply the spirit of the sea. The wild, spontaneous and liberal soul of the sea. The heart to never give up and embrace change. We rage and mellow just like the sea. Just like the end of the horizon, no one knows our future. The sea is mischievous. It mimics the whimsical hues of the sky whilst mocking the immobile beauty of the same. Just like the sea, with a little spunk and strong resolve, we keep moving ahead. We don’t know the whereabouts of the air we breathe in. The sea is indiscriminate. No one knows where the sea begins and ends. Just like so, our desires can’t be marked.

We all are connected to the sea. In our behaviour and desires. Our heartbeats too rise and fall like the waves. Every wave is different, so is every heartbeat. Cessation is stagnation and death.

The sea has existed eons before us and will keep on existing until the end of time. We are the protégés of the sea. It is upon us to borrow the best of it’s teachings and make the best of our time in the world.


And then, I also realized that the sea is my muse.


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This is my first post of 2019, a personal experience along with a quote interpretation 🙂

Happy New Year!


Excerpts From My Diary : Day 8

Day 8

20th May’ 18



11.05 A.M

Towards Solang, the mountains were beautiful. The snow was melting and only a little remained. The Beas river follows as usual and there are several rocks on the bank. The snowy mountains hide behind green. they are like a chain that adorn the green ones. They peek through. The motherly hands of the clouds pat the pinnacle.

We were running a little late today.

Till Solang Valley The scenery was very redundant. Mountains with melted snow and green ones.

When we reached the foothill, there were again horses to help us go upto 2.5 kilometres. No. Some of us went on them and the rest of us just walked. I was so tired with this climbing and all. I put the phone in the pocket of my windcheater and blasted anime music out loud. The fact that I was wearing a palazzo pant didn’t make my life any easier. After a lot of toiling and elevated dust allergy, I reached at the tourist point. My parents and aunt and uncle went up to a temple ahead which I didn’t go as my feet wouldn’t comply. According to what they said, it was a beautiful temple and the cold water from the waterfall cascaded naturally onto the holy idol. Wow. I could also see people paragliding. Not for me. Nah. I’ve always been bad at P.E. My stamina is not even 0.1% of what Naruto has. The only thing interesting about this place according to me was the breathtaking view and a flowing stream with surrounding rocks. We made our way down again by walking.

While Walking Uphill

View From The Top

The Stream

5:43 p.m.

I am sitting in the balcony of my hotel. But it’s so irritating cause it’s on the main road. The solace and solitude of the hotel from Shimla is eliminated. Sure, I can see the mountains far off, the melting snow and the snow caps. But the sound of those different indiscernible birds is hardly heard over the screeching noise of car horns and people conversing. The engines revv up and the rustle of trees is silent. It is very hot, but the winds are not. The sun is visible. It takes a long time here for it to get completely dark. It’s unusually bright for a hill station. I have to sit in the shade. It’s really sad that we have not been able to consistently enjoy the typical climate. That’s expected because though it is a season for people to visit; paradoxically it is off-season. And there is no snow. Even yesterday, it was raining heavily. We, obviously not prepared for it, had to get drenched.

I’ll kinda talk about the view around. To my left, when I train my eyes to look afar, a green mountain is visible. I mean it’s green because of those trees, which, if I’m not mistaken are Pine trees. Peeking from there, is an absolutely snow capped mountain peak. There might be little patches of melted snow but I can’t say for sure. That mountain is always full of snow no matter whenever I steal a glance at it. I wonder if I could go there. You know, those “off the beaten track” and “the road less traveled” kind of fantasy. Anyway with my amount of stamina you would never expect me to actually do that. To top it all, I have a fear of heights. To be honest that area is uninhabited and I don’t think there are any roads there. Above it, a cloud floats. There are usually very less clouds here. When you see more, prepare for a rainstorm. The trees block my full view but that’s ok. Trees are cool. The buildings that block my view irritate me to no end. And someone is playing loud music to top off all the hullabaloo. Finally, a gust of wind blows. But the honking cars disrupt that peace.

Towards the front, I mean afar, there are three mountains. Two full of greenery. Also scattered are some houses. Beyond those is a third mountain, where there are only a few remnants of snow. The rest is gone and the rocky surface can be seen. The light from the sun, which is almost about to go, illuminates the top of the mountains at an indecipherable angle. I shift my chair in the middle of the balcony as the sunlight isn’t falling here anymore. As I start turning to the right, I can see faint traces of a forest in the valley. The mountain (green) from before continuous over to the far, far right, even I cannot see where it ends. At the right end of that mountain, several houses are lined up. There are three more mountains behind, which look like four; as the shadow of the first mountain falls on the second one behind it. The first one is a green mountain, the two behind are snowy ones. The second mountain has a negligible amount of snow. The last one behind has snow left, which again is melting. But in the morning, I can see these mountains when I open my eyes; they’re completely fairy white. Behind these three mountains and the big green one, (the one that stretches from the opposite side to the extreme right) the sun starts to descend slowly. Its pride has dimmed and it’s almost about to go. I could write about the full time lapse of the sunset but it’ll honestly mean me sitting here for the next 3-4 hours. I would, if this were Shimla, but I can’t bear the noise and pedestrians here. Also, as I said, it takes a really long time here for it to get actually turn dark. Stuff is clearly visible even at 8 p.m.

Tomorrow we are travelling all day. Manali to Chandigarh (by road) and Chandigarh to Delhi (by train). Damn. Need to wake up around 4-4:30 a.m. Actually, I do love road trips. I get to see new things on the way, hence I prefer road travel in the daylight. Now, after watching some vlogs on YouTube and having snacks, then dinner and desert, it’ll soon be time to sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow. This is the last phase of this long trip. Honestly I do feel a little homesick.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 9 – Day 11

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 7

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 7

Day 7

19th May ’18


5:30 A.M

My dad woke me up, “Look outside, there is snow!” Without any delay I sprung up from the bed and when I looked outside – the mountains far away – were covered with snow. The hotel manager did tell us yesterday that the mountains are snow capped in the morning. The snow towards the eastern mountain was already melting due to the rising sun but the other side was completely full of snow. We went downstairs for tea and took a walk. When we went ahead, we saw an entire mountain covered with snow. I was spellbound. After piping hot tea, we came back. Also, it is so cold, there is smoke coming out of our mouth. In sometime, we’ll leave for sightseeing.

The Snow Capped Mountains Far Behind


After 10 a.m., we left for sightseeing. There was a lot of traffic which led to a lot of time being whiled away. But the air had a chill to it. Playing songs on the speaker of the tempo traveller, we moved on. The view from the window consisted of several mountains. Nature has her own palette. The mountains upfront were a lighter shade of green then got dark and darker consecutively. Finally, there was only a black shadow with white clouds completing the gradient. There is a mystery behind those snow capped mountains.

First we visited the Vashishth Temple. We visited the several temples of the complex. But boy, we had to climb uphill to see the temple. I am so done with all the mountain climbing. There were several markets on the way and the air was filled with the sweet music of an instrument which I couldn’t discern.

We again came across traffic towards the Hadimba Devi Temple. The Hadimba Devi Temple has a big complex with lots of markets and games for children put up. The temple was built in 1553. The deity was the wife of Bhima of the Pandavas and had a son named Ghatotkacha. (Wikipedia)

The Hadimba Devi Temple


Finally, we went to the Mall Road which had several stuff. It started raining but we continued on to the Tibetan Monastery in the complex. The monastery was very calming. There were many prayer wheels with mantras written on it. I spun all the wheels. It was known that ‘each revolution is as meritorious as reading the inscription aloud as many times it is written on the scroll; it means that the more ‘Om Mani Padme Hum’ mantras are inside a prayer wheel, the more powerful it is.’ (Wikipedia) I think there were 108 wheels in the monastery I went to. There was a big statue of Buddha. It was a beautiful monastery with intricate carvings. There was also a meditation room on the first floor. After that we explored the market. I love markets! Even though I hardly buy stuff because it’s too costly to be fair, I love the colours and glitter. I love the vibes of the market. People selling wares, customers buying and all.

The Prayer Wheels at the Tibetan Monastery


It was raining when we went back to the hotel. I ate momos, which my dad told are called as ‘Gyoza’ in Japanese. They was so tasty, especially the accompanying chutney. After talking and snacking for some time, we had dinner and then slept.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 8

Excerpts From My Diary: Day 6

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 6

Day 6

18th May’ 18


(via Kullu)

7:57 a.m.

The sky is a beautiful blue today with several clouds accentuating the view. The sun has risen and illuminates the perfect shade of every tree. The clouds are scattered like white cotton candy. When sunlight filters through them, they shine like marble. We’ll soon be leaving after breakfast.

10:00 a.m.

Leaving for Manali. It is a very long road journey. It is drizzling. Hope the weather is good otherwise we won’t be able to enjoy. Distance from Shimla to Manali is approximately 268 km. It is a long 13 to 14 hours journey with some sightseeing spots in between.

Polychromatic Pandemonium

(Towards Manali)


A palette of fluffy white swirling with blue

A fiery bloom on magnanimous green askew


A faded purple petal peeks in laze

Through unkempt, unfiltered mantis vague


Warm coloured flowers huddle close,

And a hue of bold orange obscures the natural repose


A rapport of white temples and pop shades of concrete

Unbloomed yellow buds live in unknown discreet


Dried and rusty golden brown leaves kowtow,

Pink, red and green flags guide cars with an unstable bow


Grey gravel cascades

Sea green cacti protrudes the sand unfazed


Withered brown branches regret solitude

Black tyres interspersed with sand interlude


A lake curves and deviates

And silver poles; asymmetry, seem to deprecate.


Muddy mountain charges like a bull ballistic,

Yellow and green moss floats languid and static.


Stalactites and stalagmites grey

Traverse the black tunnel astray


A white caravan composed of vapour

Elopes to the sanctuary of tree pilgrims; which towards the sky taper


Crescent silver moon watches over silhouettes abound,

And green river follows; an onomatopoeic sound.


A beautiful chaos of colour coronates nature,

A pandemonium of hues and shades; an indecipherable nomenclature.


7:29 p.m.

We almost reach Kullu. On the way, we got down at a few places. We saw the Pandoh Dam on our way. We got down at a point where we could take picturesque pictures of the Beas River. Beas river flows right from the Rohtang Pass which is actually more farther than Manali. Rohtang Pass is 13,000 km high. The Beas river follows us everywhere. There were big rocks and white sand on the banks of the river. Later we went on a very narrow wooden bridge. The view was beautiful. We paid our respects at a temple and later proceeded to Manali.

River Beas

Towards Manali

It’s evening and it’s amazing. There are many houses and they glitter in the twilight. The Beas river flows downwards but occasionally, when an opposite stream occurs, it causes a mini typhoon in the river. The houses are on both sides of the river bank. When houses hide behind the trees, the lights over them twinkle. The moon is crescent, surrounded with stars. Sometimes, a bridge arches over the river. It’s a dreamy scene. The air is so cold that I have to shut the window. It’s like something right out of the movies. Several mountains overlap each other. And even as a person who loves playing with words, the beauty is impossible to describe.

We went out for a walk after dinner. There was a chill in the air. It was almost 9°C while going to bed. With anticipation of seeing snow the next morning, we slept.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 7

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 5

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 5

Day 5

17th May ’18

5:51 A.M

I really wanted to see the sunrise. However, we have a view of the west from my balcony so I can see the sunset from here. Nonetheless, I don’t regret waking up early. I feel fresh. And alive. The air is cold and the only sound is that of the different species of birds. I can’t even identify them. To my right, all I can see is massive mountains. There is civilization to the left but that doesn’t concern me. Here, all alone in my balcony, I take a panoramic view of the scenery. The mountain before me is broad. Yellow-green, mantis, dark green; every shade of green can be seen. All of them are growing just fine, in a naturalistic symmetry. It sometimes looks like an architect has deliberately undertaken this job. But on second thought, nature itself is the best designer. The shadow of the sun falls on the upper half of the mountain, darkening the lower one. I wonder how would it be to leave nature in her original state, because the trees right below my hotel – they feel like they belong to a much, much more bigger part of this puzzle of nature. Following the green mountain, lies a sandy mountain. Is it sandy? Or is that the leaves shining like gold? I would never know. The mountains are not completely flat, nor do they have a peak. It seems like several more such mountainous habitats originate by jutting out from the parent mountain. And the mountain is like a wave. The sky is pristine but is created out of several hues of blue. A flock or two fly across. Looking at this makes me feel exhilarated. These are places that make you feel like you are alive. That blood is pumping in your veins. That your heart is beating. I live for these moments. Yesterday, I was so shook. And I said, no words can express the true beauty; only the teary awe can. Even though there are several birds speaking at once, it doesn’t feel like ‘noise’ at all. It feels like a co-ordinated orchestra, where each bird sings in his/her tempo and tune, to compose the music of nature. As the sun takes its position, the silhouette becomes more and more pronounced and another mountain is created, in the shadow of the parent one.

To be honest, as someone who loves writing, this is my inspiration. Nature is so unpredictable and there is beauty in that unpredictability. And that’s why it never gets stagnant. There is detail in every little thing, and it makes me feel so good spiritually and physically. I feel like I’ve discovered something that I never had before.

I see a monkey moving and jumping across trees before me. He starts coming towards my building and I run inside. I could sit there all day and write a lot more but sadly my words and time are limited.

I would just like to quote the song ‘Still Alive’ from the anime ‘Yuri!!!On Ice’ to mention my feelings :

Every day I sing the brotherhood of man,
How grateful it is, we’re still alive.
I can feel my soul singing as a bird.
Wherever I go, God stays with me.

Yuri!!!On Ice, Still Alive

The View From My Balcony

10:05 A.M

We leave for sightseeing and by 11:51 a.m. we almost reach Kufri. The road was very picturesque, but the scene was already very similar to Shimla. Many mountains and Pine trees juxtaposed with human cruelty. The cold air hit my face and with each breath, I felt reborn. Towards Kufri, one could see the entire Valley as Kufri is at a high level. Several yaks and colourful market stretches could be seen on the way. We reached Kufri at noon.

Towards Kufri

*We were informed that we could only go to the peak by the means of a horse. However, as I am really scared of them, I took the long route and walked up the dirt path, along with my dad, surrounded by all the other people who rode the horse. Though the path was very dusty, reaching the top was an achievement. It was not very high, just 3 km but as I have a very less amount of stamina, (I suck at P.E and all sports) I was huffing and puffing at the end.

After reaching, there was a big market which sold shawls and earmuffs mostly. We went around the market for sometime, clicked pictures in the traditional garb of Himachal Pradesh and went back down. While getting down the hill, it was a breathtaking view.

Later, we went to the Jakhoo temple, which was on the highest peak of the city. We had to hire a small car to take us till the peak. There were many monkeys hanging around. It was a beautiful temple and there was a really really tall Hanuman statue there.

After that, we went to the Mall Road. After climbing up 3 km and again a bit at the temple, the Mall Road again was uphill. (MY LEGSS T_T) But it was really beautiful with several shops selling keychains, shawls, caps and fun stuff. We could also see the Hanuman statue from there. There was a library and a Church too. The Church appears in several Bollywood movies. We walked around for sometime.

The Library And Church At Mall Road

The Evening View At Mall Road

It was a very tiring day for everyone. But that didn’t stop us from our usual talks in the lobby and night stroll. It is our last night in Shimla. I love this place. Tomorrow, after the final packing, we’ll leave for Manali via Kullu.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 6

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 4

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 4

Day 4

16th May ’18

(Amritsar ➡ Chandigarh➡Shimla)

7:10 a.m.

Hardly slept and woke up with sore eyes. Train to Chandigarh at 5:15 a.m. We were almost late for our train. We travelled to the station with our luggage in an open rickshaw. The streets were dark. 4:30 a.m was such a desolate hour.

I am sitting near a window in our AC chair car train.

What Do Her Eyes See?

(Amritsar to Chandigarh)


Her eyes see the beauty and oblivion in sparkles

And she speaks in rhythms and treble.


She sees the sun as a pole star,

Because she is a sailor for adventure; close or afar.


She sees withered trees and fallen leaves for inspiration,

And keynotes for catalytic enumeration.


She sees the glitter of happiness on the window,

And looks out for ruins hitherto.


She sees pareidolia in factory chimneys,

And words in a medley.


She sees an unwinding path in every canal

And giants holding electric wires in tug-of-war panel.


She sees angry birds in straw huts,

And the silhouette of coal in black salt tuts.


She sees the emancipation of freedom over the horizon,

And the choir of long trees, chanting in communion


She sees the clairvoyance of her dream

And flags of milestones that guide her path with a gleam.


9:51 A.M

We begin with our Chandigarh sightseeing. First, we went to the Rose Garden. There, we saw different roses and clicked several pictures. We then proceeded to the Rock Garden. That garden was very beautiful. Many artifacts were made out of different, innovative materials. Broken plates, broken tubelight sockets etc. There was a section where it was like a nature trek with waterfalls. We kind of ‘trekked’ through the bridges and the waterfall which had an historic overlay above it. Later, we went to the Sukhna lake, where we did not stop for a long while because of the scorching hot weather. After that, we proceeded to Shimla in a Tempo Traveller.

Rock Garden, Chandigarh.

1:39 p.m.

As I had to multi-task during the train journey; the same was not possible with the Tempo Traveller. So I had to type on my phone. Also, as things were zooming past really fast, I had to write it in free verse so as to account for my views and savour it too. It is not a perfect poem, just something between a free verse and prose.

Transitive Paradox

(Towards Shimla)


Lone temples, cascading Colosseum-like stones,

Ghats swerve sight within a squint.


Expanse of valleys

And a bridge arches with grace


Trees shudder at the cliff

Fearing the abrupt


Stones hold their pace

And accompany crooked trees in an alien Salsa


My sleep fades away

As the flicker of a natural story unfolds


The humongous mountains overlap

An impossible race.


Specks of concrete bedazzled by pyramidal symmetry of gravel


Dried waterfalls depart on a spirituality

Whilst stones fight fate


Cranes devastate the natural state

I don’t know whether to turn my eyes or accept this abase


Stones harbour a tinge of pink

As intimidating trees peek at the scavengers of nature


They spread out like a peacock

But indented, by our niche minds


Leaning houses take ascent

And trees crawl over one another to achieve the pinnacle


I change my view as my family suggests

And I’m shook, and I’m in awe


I miss a few lines as I comprehend, how magnanimous is the mountainous existence;

And we, tiny entities survive in the majesty of our ego.


It is necessary for civilization to progress

But so much as to engrave nature?


An ocean of trees, elevating and depressing

A hawks eye view in a spree


A refreshing purple pigment in profound green

Followed by an embroidery in polychrome.


But it’s an irony

Because this beauty, is only possible because I too, am a cruel human travelling through the concrete


Colourful bricks obscure my sandy view

And a street amplifies the dilemma


Birds sway and flock unanimously

Just like me; devoid of forty winks


Timeskip cause I sleep lol.



The mountain is like a slumbering being

Fingers folded like hills; spiky nails


It’s an endless loop of mountains

Temple flags and proud trees


The car trembles as it thrusts upwards

And the sun accentuates the golden grass.


With a lopsided grin and wild hair unkempt

I feel truly alive; exhilarated


The entire world beneath me, the tributaries of green gold

And the peak in quest awaits


I capture the fragment in my mind’s eye

My hands oblivious of and allergic to a camera


That is just a garb though

My measly photography skills will taint the enigmatic truth, I believe


The thrill of steering at the curvy edge

Induces the wonder of the garniture of trees rooted in rocky sand


The clouds jump in the picturesque bandwagon

And send their infantry to glare at the sun


Cold air hits my city bred eyes

And my chapped lips stare at the unknown


The transparency of white shrouds the mountain head

On the contrary, the skinny trees huff and puff and trek upwards with a huddle


A galore of trees mark the map

And the illusionary dry waterfalls turn into snake-like roads


I feel omnipotent whilst casually looking at the satellite view of the world beneath

The valley where I left a part of my soul, to the point of no return.


The rays pierce away the clouds

They temporarily retreat behind the trees for a strategy


The opposite settlements are spread out like sprinkles of marble

Growing wherever they are desired; like an octopus


The sun dissipates everyone in anger

For he’s too stubborn to relinquish his throne; akin to a marionette.


Pine trees descend before me

A procession which is undoubtedly a writers paradise.


I share a coffee with the valley swallowing the sun

I sit there, entranced, an evident writer’s block, for no words can describe that beauty; deeper than the deepest abyss of thought.


It took us almost an hour to find our hotel. After several miscommunications, we found it. I was apprehensive at first but when I looked at the view – I was entranced. Diary, let me tell you, it is ‘paradise’. For someone like me, who is inspired by nature (and anime too) there is nothing better than this. Our hotel, though in a desolate area, with markets farther than 4 kilometres away, we have the BEST peaceful view. With hot coffee in my hand, I stood in my balcony and took a whiff of the breeze. DAZZLED. Some of todays account was written by me sitting in the balcony, looking at the aftermath of the sunset. I wanted to take inspiration and write, but I had to complete the previous account first. But it grew dark soon. But anyway, I wouldn’t have been able to write. Why? I said it is a ‘Writer’s Paradise,’ but but but… it’s just so beautiful, there’ll be no words to describe it. It actually induces a writer’s block. It is paradoxical. But that again is the grace of nature.

The sunset, as seen from my hotel.

*At night, after dinner, we used to meet in the hotel lobby and take strolls outside. Though it was pitch dark and the mountains looked like they had disappeard completely from the face of the earth, the breeze and the dropping temperature was something to be enjoyed. After cooling ourselves from the breeze outside, we used to come back into the lobby, chatter for some time, share a laugh or two, then go back and sleep.


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Excerpts From My Diary : Day 5

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 3

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 1

Hi everyone! I know I’ve been away for a long time, but now I’m back with a lot of stuff to tell you all!

From 13th May’18 to 27th May’18, I went for a long trip, spanning most of the North of India.

Amritsar ➡ Chandigarh ➡ Shimla ➡ Manali via (Kullu) ➡ Chandigarh ➡ Delhi.

I’ve written a personal diary with an account of every day for fifteen days. Poems that I was inspired to write, my views on things, descriptions and everything else that came to mind.

It was a road journey, by trains, tempo travellers and cars. It was a good opportunity for literary inspiration.

For the next few posts, I’ll be using some excerpts from my diary to narrate interesting experiences I had and the poems I wrote along with maybe some new opinions. (Google voice typing will be a saviour)

The original writing in the book is graced by my bad handwriting, shameful grammar, absolutely unredeemable spellings and unnecessary personal opinions. Technology has saved me.

* Stuff not written in diary, new opinion.


*Before leaving, I printed out a map of North India from Google and marked the route that I’ll follow and also wrote a tentative itinerary.

Day 1

13th May 2018

Towards Amritsar (Punjab)

1:27 pm Prologue

‘A picture speaks a thousand words.’ But words too, can stimulate pictures. If a photographer can present an image and instigate words, a writer can present words and trigger your imagination. A page full of words, or a picture both can take you to the frozen moment of time. Words can speak and stimulate a lot more. They open the doors of thought. And a combination of pictures and words both is the most ideal as they complement each other well. As I soon depart for my journey, I hope to use the fantasy of my words well, so that no matter how many times you and I open this diary, we relive those moments again and again; but with a new interpretation every single time. Bon Voyage!

9:25 pm – Train Departs

11:11 pm

As I sit on my side-upper train berth, sprawled like it were my favourite couch, (except it’s not my couch, nor it is home, it is a violently shaking train. I’m sure my elevating and depressing handwriting conveys so.) headphones blasting with anime music as I write.

We have either middle, side upper or upper berth seats. Ahh… I hope I get to sit near the window tomorrow, otherwise I won’t be able to describe the essence of the transition of the scenery! T_T

On a side note, I know this is a long journey but time really flies very fast. It’s already 11:23 P.M, after all the long wait, 2 hours flew away like a shinkansen (Japanese bullet train). We had our fill of junk food; wafers and all, well, it’s a trip, who cares about diet? Continuing my thought, we must savour every moment. Don’t blink or you’ll fall behind. Enjoy everything as it comes. The trip might get over soon, but I plan to savour every moment. (And of course relive through these words.)

Departing from here, we were in city limits. It’s good to get out of the bustling city, but seeing all the lit up hoardings and buildings pass by me, I knew I would miss my city, though not on the surface but in my subconscious I would. And after that, I climbed up (with struggle) on my side upper berth. And as I write this, the scenario around me (I mean within the train) keeps on changing as everyone prepares to sleep. Attendants with water and food pass by occasionally, but I, absorbed in writing this, let all that turn into a blur and the voices drown out as Japanese music blasts into my ears. I think I should sleep too. (Hah, I won’t until 1:30 – 2:00 A.M anyway…) But there’s nothing more to right now. It’s the entire day in the train tomorrow, and if I get a good seat, I’ll have a lot to tell. Until then, let’s remember that the living in every moment is important.

Lights switch off around me, one by one. Now, it’s countdown until morning, when I would get to see valleys and mountains. (hopefully) Oyasumi!


So this was the excerpt for 13th May’18. I’ll keep on posting as and when I’m done typing, editing etc.

Thank you for reading! Do comment your views and suggestions.

Excerpts From My Diary : Day 2