The world is a book , and people who don’t travel read only one page of it.
I wish to read as many pages as I can…
India Fellowship is one big chapter which entails in itself a lot of travel and insights for me.
18 day long induction training with lots of memories with co- fellows, 2 months of rural immersion in our respective field areas and a struggle to fit into this new setup; a lot had happened in our lives. A break from work and a long travel was much needed. Hence I, along with my co-fellows Harsh, Nitika, Sanjana, Yatti and Lekshmy planned to meet up at Ahmedabad, a city known for Navratri celebration.
Such a hasta khelta kinda click at Yatti’s luxury flat in Ahmedabad
Fun, Dance, Colours, Bhasad with Event manager bhangra fusion with garba and a lot more…
“The Three Musketeers”
India is truly a country with diverse cultures and each culture has a unique style of its own. Our trip to Ahmedabad at the time of Navratri celebrations was a treat for us and the best time to be a part of the Gujarati tradition. With the fusion of Garba dance and Dandiya nights, Sanjana and Yatti’s Gujarati traditional dress, Nitika and Lekshmy’s delicate and decent dancing, Bhangra steps on Gujrati folk songs with Dandiya sticks and not to forget Harsh and my kikli and slow motion dancing; we all managed to make the most out of this wonderful night.
They had almost adopted the kids
Posing with Gandhiji at Sabarmati Ashram
I don’t know why can’t I get a picture clicked with a normal face just like normal people
After 2 days of searching, we finally got a chance to eat a Gujarati thali. Undhiyu was a delight, kadi was a little weird and different. And not to forget, khaman dhokhla (that I had in a train while on my way to Daman), so much better than the usual ones I had before. My friends kept making fun of me while I was busy asking every auto rickshaw walas about the best gujarati food available in town. But for a foodie like me, all that matters is good and different food which makes my travel much more special and tasty!!!
“Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreamd, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pevase. But, I must say such a brutality is an experience in itself which is beyond any descriptions and writing.
Only one thing has always existed, from the very first moment on: Time. things have come into being, existed and passed but time has remained, flowing effortlessly through the recurrence of days and seasons. Time takes a back seat when we experience truly beautiful moments, all that counts is the enjoyment of the moment itself. Enthralling beauty. Fascinating perfection. And this trip was all of it because a journey is best measured in friends, than in miles.
“Our battered suitcases will be piled on the sidewalk again; because we have longer ways to go on. But no matter, the road is life.”