Live.Laugh.Love.

I lie upon the sands, by the pale blue sea. Idle thoughts whisper of life, years and death. Is that a mystic voice or a ghost in my mind, Or is it the pale blue sea that murmurs in my heart?

Let's just go somewhere, Where the dreams are free, Where the blind can see, Where we can smell the rain, Where love's the only chain, Where wishes don't go in vain, With the shoulders to lean on, We got a reason to live on, Where you talk in stupidity, And you laugh with fluidity, Where smiles are warm, Where words don't harm, Where hearts have desire, And we live off the wire, Where its us that counts, And only true joy mounts, Where stones have feelings, There's life and no meanings.

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." ~ Mark Twain These people are the one with the messy, unkempt hair. Their skin is rough, it's covered with dirt, wounds and wrinkles here and there. No routine is ever conquered by them. But for every flaw in their life, they have an interesting story to tell. Always. You can never make them happy, of course. Unless you're as mad a nomad as they're. They dream of catching the Sun in their hands. So catering to their wishes is bankruptcy. But they don't play silly. They won't pay heed to your everyday nuances.  Their soul craves for endless adventures and unchained freedom. They won't be impressed with your new hectic job and your expensive watch. They'd rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about it. Chances are, they don’t hold a steady job. Or a steady life either. They refrain from working their asses off for someone else’s dream. They daydream...

"Every journey matters. It adds to the existential experience Life offers." Although my roots lie in Bhubaneswar, I have always been amazed of beauty in the stark barrenness of the desert lands. Thanks to a boring job in Pune, I was hunting for a chance to travel. And so, when I was invited to join some friends in Jaisalmer, my excitement knew no bounds, as I hadn’t visited the city yet. After a short flight to Jodhpur, we began the road trip to Golden City. One of the friends had an SUV, which meant we had no hassle of booking a cab. We went to his village, near a railway station called Bhagat Ki Kothi. After refreshments and light snacks, we started for the highway. Suddenly, my tablet dropped a notification. Yes, bosses never leave your trail completely. It was a work email, with directives for a presentation I needed to make. No problemmos! I said to myself as I opened Powerpoint on the tablet, transformed it into a laptop by attaching the keyboard segment, and finishe...