Things and reasons of my survival: Words+Nature+Life
Each and every person has a story to tell and I want to be their writer. Travelling for me is like coming home and living out of a suitcase, well that’s what I want to be. Philanthropist at soul. Loves Nature. Adore kids. Love gyan. Laughing is a therapy.
Who Am I?
A nomadic at heart, crazy in mind and childish in bones. I never really felt connected with the normal day to day life and always felt that there is something strangely wrong with everyone around me who are busy running behind their “ducks in a row” or I am funnily crooked up in head. My writing process started as an attempt to understand my role in all this jazz around me.
I love to travel and have lived in 4 states until this date but I guess that was not enough to satisfy my urges of travelling and exploring. Hence I have dedicated only my entire life for this purpose.
Has it been easy so far?
Hell no. Sadly I was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth but then whats the challenge if we are not able to unlock our hidden potentials by working hard on ourselves.
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Live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain! Louis Tomlinson
Happy New Year my dear friends. 2017 is finally here and it has landed with a lot of strange and fascinating news from across the world. Some places were celebrating the new year bash where others were facing hurtful terror activities.Amidst all this I feel that the essence of new year is lost somewhere. It has become some sort of day where there ought to be a big celebration and for some a big day to embark upon terror.
Early on during my childhood days when our family income used to be humble, the New Years Eve would mean mom making some tasty aloo paratha and we all enjoying that while watching Salman Khan’s dance on a New Years Bash on TV. Later on when I grew up and started earning my own money then this day was all about buying a nice dress and spending crazy money on Disco entering fee. Now for the last three years its all about going to bed on time as I have to plan the whole new year on 1st of the January.. woooooo. I guess its right when they say that people become grumpy when they grow old and this does not mean that I feel old. NOT AT ALL. I am fucking Hot as ever. hell ya! But that also mean that I would choose my warm bed instead of partying with acquaintances on a cold night.