Till three years back, I used to take vacations – twice or thrice a year. Sometimes, I would go on picnics too to nearby weekend destinations such as Agra & Jaipur. I would pack a heavy bag & fill it with all kinds of vanity, countless clothes and shoes. Each vacation will precede with a shopping trip in pursuit of clothes, shoes and make-up. And why not? I would click pictures on the trip & I had to look good.
Somewhere in the end of 2014 & beginning of 2015 – when I travelled to Munnar, Goa & Rajasthan – stories got better of me.
Wherever you go in Munnar, you can smell a story topped with spices. You could pick the one you want – cardamom, cinnamon, clove or ginger.
Goa is known for cheap beer, fun beaches and expensive hobbies, but there is more to the place – the forts, churches and the architecture that reminds you of the long Portugal rule. Goa is an Indian state now, but still reeks of Portuguese style, food and habits. I guess, that’s what makes Goa even more Indian.
The actual transition happened when I travelled in Rajasthan. Beyond the colors, spicy food & ancient forts, there is a story in every nook and corner of Rajasthan. In some places, you will find them worshipping a bike & in some, local folklores will welcome you with tales of horror and supernatural.
There’s not a better feeling than being in the midst of a forest, hearing the birds and steps against dried leaves. That’s the best sound. That’s a moment. And surprisingly, you never feel the need to capture these moments on a camera. These stay in your memories forever.
I grew an appetite for stories from India & started covering the length and breadth of the country. Each story leads to another & before you know, you develop an interest in History, Flora and fauna, food, culture & architecture.
With this began my unending travel escapades and long nights spent researching the remote and unknown places of India that’s not on the travel circuit & soon #Life on Weekends was born.
With every passing year, my bucket list grows longer & I add on to the treasure trove of memories. Because I got places to be.