Life is contained in small-small moments. One can map his whole life in these fractions of time. If I think about the last two years, random flashbacks come flooding into my mind. Whether it's the
River rafting in Rishikesh

or the flowers of Mukteshwara

or the boats of Bhimtaal

or the Botanical Gardens of Denver

or the beaches of Goa

or the mysteriousness of Naukuchiataal

or the French architecture of Hanoi

or the Faltirons of Boulder

or the cafes of Dehradun

or the palace of Kumbhalgarh

or the long queue at Taj Mahal, Agra

or the roads of Munnar

or the culture of Thekkady

or the Toy Train of Ooty

or the aesthetics of Tirupati

or the ethinicity of Jaipur

I'll never forget them all.