Travel musings – Alchauna

  So the next time you forget me, remember these flowers Remember their purity And then reminisce my heart As pure as a white blossom

Travel musings – Lakshwadweep

The dooming sun will set The clouds will hide the blazing sun The ships will return to the jetty The waves will recede The crabs will move out of their sand holes This rustic wooden chair will wear out And I shall carry this souvenir of a scenery forever in my heart.