In between trips, travellers have to contend with wanderlust. Some of us join clubs or write blogs, but I waffle between pining and distraction. I write long lists of countries I want to go to, deride my home town for its brownness and cold, and then I try to forget it all by immersing myself in work. 294 more words
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To think, you can fly, is not a crime. It is in fact fulfilling. But to forget about gravity while trying to fly is suicide.
© Rohit Puri
A notch above suburbia, or so they tell themselves.
This neighborhood has charm, character, and wide porches meant for visiting. Lake houses, marsh mansions, towering architectural feats. 136 more words