I woke up in Paris today. PARIS.
P A R I S.
Too curious to wait for atul to wake up, I just had to step out just for a teeny peep at what Paris in the daylight was like and then of-course, I was locked out. No option but to ring the bell and look sheepish while a groggy host woke up to let me in. Eyes half closed, too bewildered to ask why the dotty Indian girl was standing outside in the clothes she slept in, without the keys he had handed. Sigh! So much for transforming into the graceful, exotic, diva who was going to take Paris by storm.
Ofcourse I couldn’t let things be. Grabbed the keys, once more tiptoed out to see what my Paris looked like in the morning.
And then, I saw her. Beautiful, quiet, bathed in liquid gold. I now see why so many of the world’s great impressionists were European. If I were a painter, I just found my muse.
And now to wake up my other love…
As we prepared to travel to Japan, I had been asking myself, why do we want to travel so much?.. Is it to get away from life as we know it? The desire to meet the unfamiliar? To claim bragging rights of having visited a new place? A craving for wonderment found in a new place where the air smells different; languages, sounds and voices a tantalising mix of the familiar and unfamiliar; tastes open you to delights you never knew existed? Even as I wondered why this mattered so much, we geared up to go away – waiting to be delighted by a culture more alien than any we had ever interacted with and just a bit apprehensive about wether this, Atul’s first trip abroad, would live up to all the hype. Read more