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

State :

Madhya Pradesh

Destination Type :

Heritage

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Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on October 09, 2017

Hathi Mahal The boy sat in a bright orange shirt amongst the monotonous grey rocky walls of the faded palace. He hung his legs from the edge of the roof and sang on top of his voice. The palace was once called “Hathi Mahal”, or maybe it’s the name that people remembered. It had lost all its colours a long ago and now just stood like a pile of rocks amongst the aged trees and new born grasses. The land around stretched for miles only with different shades of greeneries. The palace stood alone like a lonely old man, tired for so long and yet surviving through another page of history. And the boy? The boy was contradiction to this whole image. He was bright and young, shining in the afternoon’s soft sunlight. And yet his voice vibrating through the empty landscapes, somehow captured the same essence as only a lonely old palace could bring out. His voice reflected the solace of eternity.complete article

Posted by Payel Kundu

A traveler and a dreamer

on September 10, 2017