My Travel Journal on VSCO

So I’ve finally jumped on VSCO though I was aware it is kind of nostalgia thing and many instragramers first love. With numbers of presets and if you don’t know how to play with editing game it will make you hate this app. I love photography but I admit I am still amateur. I am not the type of girl who get bore easily but VSCO I have tried 2 years back and never touched it again until 2 days back. Instagram, other than posting self pictures, advertising, meme’s and quotes have number of users who use it as a platform to show off their talents. Randomly bumped on 70yrsold account and voila make me feel am I alive or just breathing? Ok. I admit not actual random search I did, but thru Ahsaas Channa. She was the one who decided to give this account shout out. I finally feel I should learn how to edit pics on VSCO and decided to post my travel journal. Lots of pictures and minimal writing for those lazy days.

Here introducing my VSCO journalvsco.co/thepurplemeadow because sometimes it’s good to let the pictures do the talking 🙂

…Until next time!!🛳

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Varanasi – City of Moksha

Varanasi is the living symbol of the Hindu renaissance, one of the holiest pilgrimages of Hindu religion as well one of the world’s ancient city where daily millions of Pilgrims from all over the world pay a visit to the ghats of Ganges either to take a bathe in the sacred river to wash away their sins or to cremate their loved ones. Varanasi’s ancient name was Kashi then during Medieval period it change to Banaras and now Varanasi. Basically Varanasi is a combination of two Sanskrit name of the rivers Varuna and Assi where in between these streams the city was built. Here most inevitable cycle of life and death is celebrated everyday. Countless temples around the ghats. The city have most beautiful light views in the night. Varanasi is also favourite place among the writers, photographers, movie makers and spiritual person. To be believed the city was build in 11th century BC making it the world’s oldest inhabited city. Read More

Varanasi taught me something which the books failed.


I watch the sun rising above the river Ganga, lightning the sky, scattered out of the beam. 

I saw newlyweds happily rejoicing the new beginning. 

I saw newly born baby crying while the parents performing tradition prayer on the bank of the river Ganga.

I saw kids swimming fiercely in the river.

I saw different age group of people offering prayers to Almighty in different ways.

I saw people washing the clothes while listening to chants.

I saw widow and old age people sitting and chanting mantras near the Ghat.

I saw people mourning over their dead.

I saw fire all over, they cremated their dead.

I saw life cycle in 120 secs.

Serendipity Arts Festival – Goa 

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Last year (2016) in the month of December I received an invitation to join “Serendipity Arts Festival” from 16-23 Dec. I was very well aware Goa takes Art as a serious and massive creative object, but this time I have seen something exceeds my expectation. As they said it was “A festival of unparalleled scope and scale empowering the arts.” Truly jaw dropping projects. The huge culture experiments I have never saw before. It was mix of cultural and photography exhibition, music, dance and theater performances, story telling sessions, visual and culinary arts. The idea of promoting exchanging ideas was on the next level. I only could wish to attend each and every projects they had. 40 projects and some signature venues along the river Mandovi. Read More

North Goa – Sun, Sea, Food, Trance Party. Repeat!

Blue ocean water, lush greeneries, palm trees, fresh sea food and dozens of beers. Just a perfect laid back holiday for me. I might be slightly biased but beach holidays is my escape. And Goa is just a perfect destination, not just because sale got me cheap hotels and direct flights, but somehow I feel Goa is a little heaven for me 🙂

My favourite thing to do in Goa is just hanging around by the beach, sitting on the rocks / sands and keep staring at the beach like a toddler watching his favourite cartoon show without even blinking. Watching sun shades touch the ocean every morning. Having finger licking sea food platter with chilled beer(s). Riding two wheeler through lush green countryside under the palm trees shades and in the evening, most beautiful ritual of the day, to watch the sun hiding into the Arabian Sea with the bare feet touching the cold beach water, feel the ocean breeze and thinking some crazy things about the future – an open eyes dream. At night wish to sleep under the sky and ocean waves be the lullaby, but in reality just gazing at the sky with the feet touching the beach water and heart developing a ‘God Consciousness’ to find a way(s) for fulfilling all my dreams. Its soothing. Calm my senses down and boost my soul energy.  Read More

Goa – Unhurried Little Paradise

Goa is basically La-La-Land of India. A destination friendly to different travel tastes and budget. Well, anyone who have been to Goa always have fascinating stories about absolutely cheap alcohol, some pristine blue waters and some over crowded beaches, adventure water sports, delicious sea food while some over priced food at shacks and clubbing with foreigners. Well, I am not denying any one these are false, but exploring places in different way is all about. My taste about Goa is some how little different than any of I have mentioned above.

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High on gypsy bug!

2016 was one of such year in my life which had flies by like a day. From exploring new places almost every month to food tasting and join as an official member of Zomato foodies group Ahmedabad to laugh my heart out and lastly release my poetry e-book “The Chaotic Minds – Her Ecstasy.” I don’t even get a chance to update my travel blog *sigh* I have a habit to read travel blogs every day and feel so bad that I am so busy with my work and traveling that not a single story I have shared last year. On that note, this year, I take a pledge to share all my travel stories regularly *finger crossed* 🙂