“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
Interpreter of Maladies

I was that girl who wrote postcards to her grandma, every month for years. I was that teenager who wrote poems and stories,  got them published, and received a few awards too. Then life happened.

I was sinking in the ocean of study materials, deadlines, and rat races. Maybe I was trapped in the petty routines of life and status messages on social media. Don’t blame me. I belong to the generation of “Live now or never” and “Live loud.”  But it just didn’t feel that right. I am, most of the times, not that person who goes with the flow if the flow is flawed.

One day after closing another blog, I started this blog to document every good thing I came across. Like how people collect pretty things and build a museum. That was a time when journey meant frequent air trips, re-discovering new cities, making more friends, keeping up with other people’s idea about perfection. Thus A Journey Called Life was born. I was in my early twenties then. And nights in connecting airports seemed like the most haunting experiences that life could gift.


Three years ago, I was re-reading “Eat Pray Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert. A line from the book stayed with me since then. “Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.” It gave this blog a rebirth. It also led me to self-discovery and a new addition in life- my camera.

Journey now is more inward. I’m reflecting more. But that does not mean, I’m not living the present. 

This blog is not a journal. I have my diary to note down minute details. I also have Facebook to answer to “What’s on your mind?” though I’m not that active anymore on social media platforms. It’s exhausting to carry hefty status messages in life every now and then. Don’t you think so? 

This blog saves the details and highlights of the world that keeps unfolding newer truths around me. Sometimes I write about the big things- love, fear, kindness, and other countless facets of human heart. Sometimes I see the world like a scientist, and photograph it like a poet.  This blog is also about how I experience adulthood and grow older, how I discover myself through stories and lessons, how I see fleeting moments and gather wisdom. As strange it sounds, it all makes sense. So read on. No journey is less than magic.

Magic is also what I call this poem that keeps me inspired about the future.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

– Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

Now, who am I? ~ I am an Asian Indian living in the USA. I have a great resume and a page full of accomplishments. But in short, right now right here, I am a writer with opinions, a reader with feelings, a poet with stories, and a photographer without the Photoshop. 

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Here’s to you – A warm welcome to my blog world. You may sit at the corner of your imagination, sip a cup of coffee  tea and enjoy the stories I wove for you. It’s wonderful to have you here.