Street of Pondicherry

It was 2007 when I first visited Pondicherry. I was still in college and it was my first trip with friends. We started early in the morning from Chennai with very little money in pocket and a heart full of enthusiasm, travelled for four hours in a crowded bus, roamed around the streets of Pondicherry under a hot sun and retuned back exhausted long after the sunset. Actually it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Probably because I didn’t know that it could be better. The highlight of my trip was the French colony of Pondicherry – I loved the beautiful streets lined with colourful houses and cafes. Neither of which I could enjoy to the full extent.complete article

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on May 10, 2018

Kohima

I reached Kohima late at night, at least late as per Kohima winter standard. First view of the city for me was from across the valley while seating in the back seat of a car driving towards the city itself. The hills were illuminated by the lights from the streets and houses. Even through darkness of night I could make out the outlines of the hills as it waved over the community of lights making a sort of roofing on top of them. Looking at the vastness of it one could tell that this was not a hill station, but a city built on a hill. And that fit perfectly with the agenda I had in my mind.complete article

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on March 28, 2018

So this is how we first met – on a misty morning of February, in a half-tired body from a sleepless night, at a noisy & crowded beach. My first visit to Goa was not the dream vacation I had always imagined it to be. But well, that is where it all started.সম্পূর্ণ নিবন্ধ

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on June 05, 2017