Girl At The Window Seat

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My recent visit to Agra Fort unearthed a mystery. Inadvertently, my brain was the spherical journey witnessing the unimaginable.  Were Mughal emperors accustomed to air conditioned rooms in their palace during summers? Air conditioning? In Mughal Era? Don't be surprised if my answer is as unimaginable as architecture in the Agra Fort. Mughals, through architectural enhancement, developed a mechanism that used to bring only cool air to their bedrooms. Strange? Maybe. What makes me choose this very picture as the “Spotlight of the Week” (SLOW), was the incredible era of art. Those minute detailing, those handmade carvings are the real essence of true craftsmanship. Talking about architectural excellence, Mughal Architecture mesmerizes you beyond imagination despite the fact that the whole architecture was built manually, and we, despite living in a technologically advanced era, are way too far from such excellence. Traveling has made me unleash such phenomenal architect

Overdue but An Unplanned Agra Trip The dullness was evident as soon as I entered the home from my guitar class. Enthusiasm, without which, I can’t live, was missing around as neither mom nor bro were excited. I even asked myself a question, “what they should feel excited for?” I did not know but the reason was in the making. We three were expecting dad and clock was walking away irritating me as dad hasn't arrived yet. Went of the doorbell, and I jumped to open the door with excitement. Actually, I was expecting a smiling face of the dad. Instead, it was all exhaustion that embraced me. The calmness that followed absorbed all my excitement. The reason, which was in the making 15 minutes back hit the road block. Banged the doors of the refrigerator, sipped water from the bottle with my brain and heart constantly having a conversation about adding some colors of the unknown land this weekend. Impulsively pushed the door to the room in excitement, “Dad can we…..” within t

“Every time I visit an enigmatic architecture, I find myself perplexed, left with a hungry heart, a satisfied soul, and the eternal question- ‘What next?’ ” Anecdote: Only a person with pure soul can enter through one of the doors of Fatehpur Sikri. The story goes on that the door was opened for the entry of Pakistan Prime Minister Musharaf and his wife. He sprained hi ankle while climbing the stair. Later on his wife came to visit the tomb of Salim Chishti and seek forgiveness.  Each door might tell different story. These were the rooms made for the orphan kids who took education in the reign of Akbar.  Secret Door - "Surang": The door led to the army to Delhi, has many stories hidden. Anarkali is supposedly said to have released from this very door, with the orders of Akbar. Without letting the time affect their determination, these walls, these pillars, have seen more reality than ever inscribed by any historian or a traveler. The tomb of Salim C

One more weekend, one more trip. Last Monday was another homecoming (Nah, no war going on, from a weekend wandering; of course). Although it was Monday, I thought to check adventures of online wanderers. Hashtag studded statuses and kaleidoscopic pictures explained the liveliness of their life. Being a Solo Female Traveler, I happened to scratch my head. My online discovery was more gorgeous compared to my travel discovery. I happened to discover that sipping coffee and shopping could be the most happening thing that can inspire #MondayMotivation af! This was a reality check for me. My previous travel blogs and my social media timelines attacked me with allegations that I have been wasting my life not going shopping malls, not visiting cafes and restaurants, and of course ignoring game parlors and beauty parlors. I was flabbergasted. I had done nothing in my life, made no memories in the last 2 years!!! It was time to give a jerk to my head to get rid of gibberish and la

"Find Me Detour - The City Is Getting Freezed As It Feels Chilly Breeze" November Winds Flowing With Full Fulcrum To Jam The Streets to Built The Heat Location: Lohia Park Flyover, Lucknow Hazy sightedness, Lazy functionality, yet accelerated speeds. Location: Lohia Park Crossroads, Lucknow Fly Me High, While As Commuters Rushes To Their Bodes. Location: Women Power Crossroads, Lucknow Roadside Smoke Puffs, Tightened Arms, and Warm Words About Chilly Weather. Location: Sheroes Cafe Two Souls, One Ride, One Destination - Warmth to be nurtured in a chilly night. Location: Fun Republic Mall, Lucknow Walk the Warm Talks Amid Shivering Wind and Mild Splashes in the Gorgeous Backdrop Location: Marine Drive, Lucknow Slow Paced Lucknow- Goes into the "Sleeping Mode", Really? Location: Polytechnic Crossroad, Lucknow Tradition, Restraints, or Circumstances! The decision's on you. Location: Behind Wa

“Hey Dad, can we travel somewhere, it's been days?” “No”, answered the father. The ‘could be solo girl traveler’ spent her vacations going to her friend's place, visiting nagging relatives, and sleeping at home. “Hey, any plans for the vacation?” “No yaar I am broke!”, “Neh bro, not this time, parents won’t agree!” and several other blah-blahs. Kiddin' me? Is it still for real that an Indian girl cannot travel solo? Does she need a company in her family or friends to travel and fulfill her wanderlust? Is it that hard to believe? *Phewww, stop Aanya; too many answerless questions.* No; but…..is that unimaginable? Well, the above conversations were the non-dramatic glimpse of the bygone days. The days when none or only a few girls enjoyed the privilege of traveling solo. However, today there is a Girl At The Window Seat in every 5th girl. I guess (Skeptically) all of you will understand that girls in India do travel solo, without the baggage of tagging a

"The beauty of the journey could best be defined by you, the manipulation or the reality; choice is yours!" Direction - The only way a traveler can reach to her destination. This direction tree at the huge opening of the Bada Imambada, Lucknow leads to all the fascinating aspects and the towards the beauty of the monument. The journey begins: With the first step she builds a strong belief in her own self. A grand entrance and climbing, a few steps lead you to the entrance of the grand architecture of Bada Imambada, Lucknow. Discovery or the self-discovery? Her inner beauty murmurs as her journey to the gorgeousness begins. Before entering the Bada Imambada, Lucknow, you see this beautiful architecture of the historic times before which everyone looks tiny. Getting lost in directions, finding her way out - On her way she follows none but her heart The design, the engineering, the celature - Bada Imambada, Lucknow represents that times of high

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Bonjour Les Amis, Nope, I am not packing for Paris as yet, although my packing list is ready. However, it is just that my fascination for the City of Lights has increased many fold in the last 24 hours. Paris, New York, or Rio - a corner in our soul is always tempted to define our whole being as a global traveler. Every morning when I see a global map hanging on the wall of my room, this temptation goes wild and weird. Something punches from within and pushes me to pack whatever comes in hand, put on the shoes, and move out of the breathing graveyard. But you know what, this blood rush often makes you forget things that are essential for you while you pull your backpack on your shoulders. When I was made to jump on a bus heading towards Sunauli on the way to Kathmandu , I realized a couple of things I could have packed.   Being a girl traveler, it is essential to have a list of things prepared well in advance to ensure you do not forget a single thing that could th