
Singapore in Lights — My July Getaway
I landed in Singapore with one plan: chase light. Jewel at Changi set the mood for the whole trip—water, glow, and that soft “welcome to the future” feeling.
Read MoreI landed in Singapore with one plan: chase light. Jewel at Changi set the mood for the whole trip—water, glow, and that soft “welcome to the future” feeling.
Read MoreThis winter, I began my journey in Sikkim, where Changy Lake lay still under a thick cover of snow. The sky was a clear winter blue, and the footprints in the fresh snow hinted at recent wanderers — perhaps travelers like me, pausing to take in the peacefulness. Beyond the lake, the mighty Kanchenjunga stood tall, its icy crown glowing in the morning light, a reminder of India’s majestic landscapes.
Read MoreOne of the most beautiful moments of my trip was discovering an early painting of the Taj Mahal — not a photo, but a miniature painted around 1650. It showed the monument nestled in its charbagh garden, its dome gleaming under the Mughal sun, long before the days of smartphone photography.
Read MoreI landed in Singapore with one plan: chase light. Jewel at Changi set the mood for the whole trip—water, glow, and that soft “welcome to the future” feeling.
Read MoreThis winter, I began my journey in Sikkim, where Changy Lake lay still under a thick cover of snow. The sky was a clear winter blue, and the footprints in the fresh snow hinted at recent wanderers — perhaps travelers like me, pausing to take in the peacefulness. Beyond the lake, the mighty Kanchenjunga stood tall, its icy crown glowing in the morning light, a reminder of India’s majestic landscapes.
Read MoreOne of the most beautiful moments of my trip was discovering an early painting of the Taj Mahal — not a photo, but a miniature painted around 1650. It showed the monument nestled in its charbagh garden, its dome gleaming under the Mughal sun, long before the days of smartphone photography.
Read MoreYou can read a hundred guidebooks and see a thousand photos, but nothing prepares you for the real thing. The Taj Mahal was built by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan for his wife Mumtaz Mahal, who died during childbirth. It’s not just a mausoleum—it’s a love story in stone. An empire’s grief made permanent. Yes, the architecture is mind-blowing. Yes, the marble shimmers. But what gets you is the emotion. The stillness. The weight of it all.
Read MoreI have visited the Taj Mahal countless times, but this trip was different. Kabir made me slow down and notice details I had overlooked before—the calligraphy on the walls, the story behind the guest house, even the Clock Tower we passed on the way.
Read MoreAt dawn, Rahul stood beneath the glowing sandstone arch of India Gate, the crisp morning air alive with the footsteps of early joggers and the gentle clink of tea cups from nearby stalls. Pausing at the eternal flame of the Amar Jawan Jyoti, he ran his fingers over the engraved names of fallen soldiers, each letter a poignant reminder of their sacrifice. By sunset, as families picnicked on the lawns and kite flyers painted the sky, Rahul felt the memorial’s quiet majesty pulse with the living heartbeat of Delhi
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