Author's note.
(Very Important, please read.)
First, there are going to be two chapters posted today, Chapter 88 and Chapter 89. This is Chapter 88. The next chapter is going to be posted really soon, in an hour or so, and for the reason mentioned below, if you choose not to read this chapter, kindly proceed to the next chapter. (Not a spoiler-but an extraordinary scene awaits you all in the next chapter (chapter 89) (extraordinary in my opinion at least), I can't wait to share it!) Both the updates are really long, please break them into your convenient modules and read them whenever your time permits.
And, did you guys watch the landing of the Chandrayaan-3? My, my. What a brilliant moment it was. I am so, so proud that we, as a nation, managed to achieve it...A soft landing on the south pole of the lunar region...Simply brilliant. I hope all of you did watch it, or if you couldn't atleast saw the numerous reels that are flooding through the social media right now. Please do watch it, it is a moment of pride for all of us. Not only India but as global scientific community, it is a remarkable stride towards science. And, let us also collectively appreciate the dedication and hard work of the teams at ISRO who have worked tirelessly for the Chandrayaan-3 to become a reality.
Now for the reason you guys may choose not to read this chapter,
As you all know, Ayesha and Sahil travelling India are crucial to my story. It's Ayesha's last wish on her bucket list and holds great significance. I was worried about how I could cover all the states in words and time because, believe me, it's a vast country with so much to say.
Even though I've narrowed it down to 16 states in the story, it's still extensive content. Our country has the richest heritage, and if I began to write about it, I'd need an additional 15 chapters to cover each state to its fullest, and still, it would not be enough. But it's critical to the story, and I must include it.
So, I've decided to cover the travel in a diary format. However, Wattpad only allows me to post 20 pictures per chapter, and I wanted to post ten photos for a single state. *teary-eyes* I wanted photos because that makes a travel diary a travel diary, but *sad sigh*. So, I decided not to bring in the pictures at all. :/
This chapter will be journal entries about their travels around India. I know some of you might not be interested in reading it, but I hope you'll give it a chance. It's an effort to understand, realize, and appreciate our country's cultural richness. However, if you're still not keen on reading it, I'd ask you to start from the next chapter. But yes, this chapter does contain scenes apart from journal entries, and I'd suggest reading them at least.
I know this might cause me to lose readers and interest, but I want to write my very first novel as I envisioned it, the way I want to and how my heart agrees with it. :)
And another part is that the diary entries I have written are all based on pure research. I love (trust me when I say love) reading about different states, cultures, traditions and rituals. My research is 100 per cent authentic, is what I believe, but if anything has been portrayed incorrectly, please do NOT hesitate to point it out. I will definitely rectify the same at the earliest.
And I have covered only 15 states and excluded the other states for the simple reason that they have already been covered in the previous chapters of this book; for example, when Sahil and Ayesha visited Goa or Ayesha alone had travelled to a few states, which I have mentioned previously on the novel. There is NO hidden agenda or anything. Given my way, I would have loved to include them again and make it a 28-state and 8-UT travelogue. Lastly, I have always valued criticism; yes, you can comment on my novel. But I will NOT tolerate disgusting comments about my country.
I'm excited about sharing this journey with you all, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Apologies for the not-so-brief note. *sheepish smile*
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Ayesha
Three Weeks later,
Sahil said that he wanted to check on our dinner arrangements. He said that he would return in twenty minutes. I nod absentmindedly, lost in thought, as I flip through the pages of my travel journal. I opened the page where I was supposed to pen the entry on Tamil Nadu.
I am penning our journey like I always have. A travel journal is beautiful. It captures not just the sights and sounds of the place but also the emotions and thoughts of the traveller. As I write, I can relive our shared moments and experiences. It's like having a time machine to transport me back to those beautiful moments whenever possible.
As I flip through the pages of my travel journal, I am reminded of the unforgettable moments Sahil and I shared on our journey. The Journal is a cherished possession of mine, filled with handwritten notes, not-so-beautiful-but-beautiful sketches, and ticket stubs collected from every destination we visited. I remember Sahil finding it amusing that I kept every single ticket, but for me, it was a way of preserving the memories of our travels. The pages are adorned with photographs, each telling a tale.
I have four beautiful entries as we have travelled to five places so far. I used to write them the same day we ended our travel in the particular state to retain the entire essence. It is incredible how a few words can capture the essence of a whole journey. Each entry is a story, a treasure trove of memories waiting to be revisited. As I flip through the pages of my travel journal, I am transported back to those moments - the sights, the sounds, the smells, and the people.
Excerpts from Ayesha's travel journal
Journal Entry #1
Dearest Journal,
Karnataka is a captivating blend of culture, history, and topography, a land that tantalizes every sense and presents a symphony of culture. Our sojourn through this magnificent state has been nothing short of extraordinary.
Our journey commenced in Mysore, the "City of Palaces." The Mysore Palace's grandeur left us spellbound with its ornate carvings and vivid hues, a testament to the impeccable craftsmanship of yesteryear. Our visit to the Chamundeshwari Temple atop Chamundi Hills gave us a panoramic view of the city below, an engineering feat that took our breath away. The aroma of indigenous delicacies and the vendors' mellifluous calls left us entranced, and we savoured every moment of the city's warm and vibrant culture.
We continued our journey to Bangalore, where the bustling streets of this tech-savvy metropolis welcomed us. The city's modern skyline was awe-inspiring, but the local markets and friendly locals were the highlights of our visit.
There is something about the people in Bangalore, or Bengaluru, and Mysore or Mysuru, as I will now call it. :)
The people of Mysuru are as vibrant and welcoming as the city itself. With their rich cultural heritage, they exude an air of sophistication and refinement that's hard to miss. The locals take pride in their city's heritage and are happy to share it with visitors. They quickly recommend the best places, from the grand Mysore Palace to the charming Devaraja Market. The locals' love for their city is infectious, and it's hard not to fall under its spell. In many ways, the people of Mysuru reflect the city itself - cultured, refined, and welcoming.
Bengaluru's people are a rare gem, with their simple and lively ways, always ready to lend a helping hand to visitors and locals alike. Their warmth and welcoming nature make Bengaluru an exceptional place. As you walk through the bustling streets of Bengaluru, you'll find the locals ever willing to guide you to your destination or offer suggestions on the best places to eat or visit. They have an innate sense of hospitality that makes you feel at home, even if you're miles away.
In Coorg, the lush plantations welcomed us with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The region's verdant landscape and cool climate were ideal for coffee cultivation, and we learned about the intricate coffee-making process while savouring the unique flavour of Coorg coffee.
Lastly, Hampi's ancient ruins left us enchanted. The ruins of the Vijayanagara Empire were a wonder to behold, with their intricate carvings and imposing structures standing as a testament to its glory. We left with a deep appreciation for the rich history integral to Karnataka's cultural heritage.
As I stood amidst the ruins of Hampi, I couldn't help but feel a deep melancholy. The once-glorious Vijayanagara Empire now lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of the transience of human life and the inevitability of change. But amidst the rubble, there was a profound beauty, a reminder that even the most magnificent structures are ephemeral in the grand scheme. It made me reflect on the fleeting nature of our existence and how we must strive to leave a lasting legacy of goodness and love in the brief time we have on this earth. Hampi's ruins were a testimony to a bygone era and a poignant reminder of the impermanence of life itself.
Before I bid adieu, I must share a joke Sahil cracked while we were in Coorg.
"Why did the coffee file a police report?"
"Because it got mugged!"
It did not make me laugh, but he had another one up his sleeve.
"What do you call sad coffee?"
"Depresso."
It did make me chuckle.
Enclosing Pictures.
Until next time,
Ayesha Mehra.
Journal Entry #2
My Dear Journal,
Our sojourn to the exotic Andaman and Nicobar Islands was an unforgettable escapade, brimming with picturesque landscapes, crystal-clear waters, and a deep culture that left us spellbound. Every moment of our journey was an enriching experience, from exploring the lush rainforests and unspoiled beaches to relishing the local cuisine.
One of the most glorious moments of our excursion was our visit to the enchanting Radhanagar Beach, which has earned a coveted spot on the list of Asia's finest beaches. The immaculate white sand and turquoise blue waters were a feast for the eyes, and we spent hours basking in the sun, relishing the serene ambience.
Another facet of our journey was visiting the Cellular Jail, a grim prison complex that housed Indian freedom fighters during the British Raj. The jail's eerie silence and heart-wrenching history evoked a sense of reverence and empathy, leaving us in tears and renewed admiration for the valiant heroes who struggled for India's independence. It pained my heart to learn about the torture our brave heroes underwent. The brutal tortures are unimaginable.
Our next stop was Ross Island, the erstwhile administrative capital of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands during British colonial rule. The ruins of the old buildings amidst the stunning natural landscape were an enchanting sight, and we were awed by the island's rich history and breathtaking beauty.
As I stood on the shore, gazing out into the vast expanse of the sea, I couldn't help but think of islands - those little specks of land in the middle of the endless ocean. Islands remind me how even the tiniest things can exist and thrive amidst the world's chaos and uncertainty. They are a testament to the power of resilience and the human spirit's unwavering ability to persevere in adversity. Like islands, we can weather storms and emerge more robust and beautiful than ever.
Our culinary experiences in Andaman were also an adventure in themselves. Although vegetarian options were scarce, we were pleasantly surprised by the delectable vegetarian dishes offered by the local dhabas and restaurants. The blend of Indian and Southeast Asian flavours in the local cuisine was a unique and intriguing aspect that we were eager to explore.
The Andaman Islands are a veritable treasure trove of pristine beaches, vibrant culture, and a rich history that speaks volumes about the region's past. Our journey was a harmonious blend of rejuvenation and exhilaration, leaving us with a lasting impression of the region's charm and charisma.
As I sit here on this balmy evening, Sahil has ventured out to scout our dinner options. Despite the allure of this breathtaking locale, the thought of exploring the medical facilities looms in my mind. Alas, our brief stint here did not permit a visit to any hospital, but as we set off to Andhra Pradesh next, my resolve to visit one remains steadfast.
Enclosing pictures.
Until we embark on our next trip,
Ayesha Mehra.
Journal Entry #3
Dear Journal,
Andhra Pradesh has been a revelation. The state's rich history, vibrant culture, and stunning topography have left us in awe.
We started our journey in Visakhapatnam. The city's beautiful beaches, bustling markets, and friendly people welcomed us with open arms. We walked along Ramakrishna Beach, savoured the local delicacies at the street markets, and met some of the warmest people we've ever encountered.
Our next stop was Amaravati, the capital city of Andhra Pradesh. The city's rich history, dating back to the Mauryan Empire, was evident in its architecture and artefacts. We visited the Amaravati Stupa, a massive structure built in the 3rd century BCE, which was once the largest Buddhist monument in the world. The intricate carvings on the stupa were mesmerizing, and we could sense the history that had transpired in the very spot we were standing.
We then travelled to Vijayawada, a city on the banks of the Krishna River. The city's famous Kanaka Durga Temple, perched atop Indrakeeladri Hill, was a sight. We climbed the hill, savouring the panoramic view of the city and river below, and were enchanted by the temple's intricate architecture and vibrant colours.
Our next stop was the town of Tirupati, home to the famous Venkateswara Temple. The temple's elaborate rituals and ceremonies were a unique experience, and the devotion of the worshippers struck us. The town's famous Laddu, a sweet made of gram flour and ghee, was delicious and had us craving more.
One of the highlights of our trip was watching the Kuchipudi dance performance in Vijayawada. The dancers' graceful movements and expressions left us spellbound, and we were transported to a different era.
Sahil shared with me one of his experiences while shooting in the city. He said that while filming at a local market, a group of children approached him and asked to take a picture with him. He was initially surprised but quickly obliged, and as soon as the photo was taken, the children scattered with joy. It was a small moment but it left a lasting impression on him. He realized that despite our language, culture, and background differences, we all share a universal joy in simple human connections.
Enclosing Pictures.
Until next time,
Ayesha Mehra.
Journal Entry #4
Dear Journal,
Telangana has been a delightful surprise. This relatively new state, formed in 2014, boasts a rich cultural heritage and diverse topography.
We started our journey in Hyderabad, the state's capital city. The city's iconic Charminar, a stunning monument built in the 16th century, was our first stop. The old town's narrow lanes, bustling markets, and the aroma of local cuisines filled our senses. We visited the grand Chowmahalla Palace, the seat of the Nizams of Hyderabad, and marvelled at its exquisite architecture and grandeur.
Our next stop was Warangal, a historic city once the Kakatiya Dynasty's capital. The impressive Warangal Fort, built in the 13th century, was a sight. The intricate carvings on the pillars and walls of the Thousand Pillar Temple, built during the same era, were mesmerizing.
We then travelled to Khammam, a town on the banks of the River Godavari. The town's Khammam Fort, perched on a hill, provides a stunning view of the town and the river below. The Bhadrachalam Temple, dedicated to Lord Rama, was a unique experience. The temple's vibrant colours and the devotion of its worshippers left us in awe.
We ended our journey in the beautiful town of Adilabad, nestled amidst the Sahyadri mountain range. The Kala Ashram, a traditional arts and crafts centre, showcased the state's rich cultural heritage. We visited the Kadam Dam, which provided a stunning view of the surrounding hills and valleys.
Reflecting on my travels in Telangana, my heart swells with a warm memory of the kind-hearted locals I met in Adilabad. Their hospitality and genuine kindness left an indelible mark on my heart.
It all started when my friend Sahil and I were lost in the town's winding streets. We stumbled upon a group of friendly locals who welcomed us with open arms, oblivious to Sahil's fame and stardom. They asked about our lives and origins, treating us like long-lost friends. They offered to show us how we chatted, and we gladly accepted. But little did we know that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable experience. They invited us to their home for lunch, and we gratefully accepted.
The meal was a feast for the senses, filled with traditional Telugu spicy and delicious dishes. As we savoured each bite, our hosts told stories of their town's rich cultural history. Despite the language barrier, we found common ground in our shared love for culture and traditions.
It was amazing to see how seamlessly we communicated despite the differences in our languages. Our hosts spoke bits of Hindi and a lot of Telugu, while we spoke bits of Telugu and a lot of Hindi. But at that moment, we were united by our shared warmth and love. It was a beautiful reminder that a language is just a tool for communication and that kindness and hospitality can transcend all barriers, bonding us in a way language could never. It is beautiful how a chance encounter with strangers turned into a heartwarming experience that left a lasting impression. Memories like these make travelling unique - the unexpected moments connecting us with the people and places we encounter.
And on a lighter note, I can't resist sharing a small joke Sahil shared. It's incredibly dumb, but it made me chuckle. Why did the chilli put on a sweater? Because it is chili outside! The state's love for spicy food is legendary, and it's no surprise that the humble chilli has become an integral part of their culture and cuisine.
Till another time,
Ayesha Mehra.
I smiled as my finger traced my name—such exquisite memories.
As I close the leather-bound Journal, the smoothness of its cover against my fingers reminds me of the countless places it's been. I tuck my favourite blue ballpoint pen between the pages, a beacon to beckon me back to its pages. I strolled to the window of the room. The windowpane reflects the moonlit waves crashing on the beach, a gentle breeze carrying the salty sea air into the room.
As I opened the window, a cool breeze greeted me, carrying with it the scents of the night. The sky's darkness was studded with countless sparkling stars, twinkling like tiny diamonds in the inky blackness. The moon was out, casting a silvery glow over the landscape below. The shadows of trees danced in the soft moonlight as if they were performing a mystical dance. The city's distant lights provided a faint glow on the horizon, adding to the charm of the serene scene in front of me.
The cool breeze tousled my hair, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the cool air fill my lungs.
It is beautiful how memories are like waves crashing on a beach. They come and go, sometimes solid and overpowering, while they are gentle and barely noticeable at other times. Just like the waves leave behind impressions on the sand, memories imprint on our minds and hearts.
As I stood there, taking in the beauty of the night, I realized how memories could be just as calming as the sound of waves crashing on the shore. They can transport us to a different time and place, making us relive those moments once again.
Leaning on the frame, I smile, remembering a zillion memories. Funny how one thread of memory can make you catch another thread and so on, and before you know it, you have the entire quilt of memories with you...and then, you remember nothing at all.
I slowly hum—a song. A beautiful song. My favourite song. A piece that wouldn't lose its charm even in a thousand years.
"The day we met,
Frozen, I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I'd found a home for my heart-"
"Beats fast,
Colours"
I whipped around to see Sahil standing at the door. He has a boyish grin on his chiselled face. His hands are folded across his chest and leaning against the door frame. And to say he looks dapper in a grey T-shirt and blue jeans would be an understatement. However, he does not pause.
"And promises,
How to be brave,
How can I love when I am afraid to fall
but watching you stand all alone
All of my doubt."
The slightest pause.
Sahil gives me the most ravishing smile before resuming.
"Suddenly goes away somehow..."
He gives a knowing pause.
I smile, taking the cue. I take a single step towards Sahil and sing,
"One step closer."
Sahil grins appreciatively and begins walking towards me unhurriedly.
"I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you
For a thousand years..."
I meet him midway across the room and resume,
"I'll love you for a thousand more."
"Sorry to interrupt your beautiful melody, but I couldn't resist. You look so lost in your thoughts." He said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I smile, feeling my cheeks warm up. "It's alright. I was just thinking about that day when we first met."
Sahil smiles consciously, "Ah, yes. India Gate. The day I asked you to take a photo of me...I must admit, though, I found an eerie warmth in your presence that day...I would have never dreamed I would be here years later, with you as my girlfriend, partner, and best friend."
I take Sahil's hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. "Life is funny that way, isn't it? How a chance meeting can lead to something so beautiful."
Sahil nods, "Indeed. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
We stand there momentarily, lost in our thoughts. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the silence, and I can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this love.
"I see you've been journaling again," he says, nodding towards the closed notebook on the bed.
I nod, smiling. "I always do. It helps me remember every little detail."
Sahil grins.
"You don't need a notebook to remember our moments. They're imprinted in your heart, just like they're in mine."
I lean my head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. "I know. But sometimes, having a physical record of our memories is nice. Something to hold onto."
Sahil wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. "Dinner's ready," He said, "Shall we?"
"Certainly."
We go to the dining table, where delicious dishes await us. The aroma of spices fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. We take our seats, and Sahil pours us a glass of wine.
"To us," he says, raising his glass.
"To us," I reply, clinking my glass against his.
We enjoyed our meal for the next hour, laughing and discussing everything under the sun. The warmth of Sahil's love envelops me, making me feel I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. As the night wore on and the stars twinkled in the sky, we returned to the room.
Once in the room, Sahil yawned and grinned at me sheepishly. He told me he was drained and wanted to sleep before our flight to Uttarakhand the next day.
"And what about you?" Sahil asked as he noticed me getting ready for bed.
"I think I'll write for a bit and then go to sleep," I replied.
Sahil nodded and walked over to me. "Goodnight then," he said, gently kissing me on the forehead.
"Goodnight," I said, smiling up at him.
As he falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed, I take a moment to reflect on the day we just had—the laughter, the passion, and the memories. I reach for my Journal and start writing, wanting to capture every detail and emotion I felt during our stint in Tamil Nadu the last few days.
As I write, I realize how lucky I am to have found someone like Sahil. Someone who loves me unconditionally and supports me in everything that I do. Someone who makes every day feel like an adventure, even in the most ordinary moments.
Sometimes, the cancer pain and the realisation are overwhelming, and I am reduced to tears with no forewarning, but Sahil is always there. I have never seen him shed a tear before me, but I know he feels the weight of our situation just as heavily as I do. He is my rock and a constant source of strength, and I don't know what to do without him.
But even amid this challenging journey, we find moments of joy and laughter. We make the most of every day together, creating memories and cherishing our time.
Journal Entry #5
Dearest Journal,
Tamil Nadu, a land of myriad marvels, never fails to captivate the senses. Our journey through its diverse offerings was an odyssey of enchanting destinations, each unveiling the region's cultural and historical heritage.
The city of Chennai, our first stop, welcomed us with Marina Beach's serene expanse, where the rhythmic sound of the waves and the cool sea breeze provided a respite from the city's bustle. The Kapaleeswarar Temple was another marvel, with its intricate carvings and magnificent architecture testifying to the region's rich cultural legacy.
Mamallapuram, an archaeological paradise, was a sight to behold, where the imposing Shore Temple and the Five Rathas showcased the grandeur of an ancient civilization. These monolithic structures' intricate carvings and imposing stature left us spellbound and fascinated.
Srirangam, a small island in the Kaveri River, was our next destination, renowned for the iconic Sri Ranganathaswamy Temple-The largest temple in India and the second largest in the world. The temple's unique architecture and seven enclosures were a sight to behold, each with significance and history, leaving us in awe of the religious devotion and artistic skills of the people of Tamil Nadu.
We decided to visit Kanyakumari, a coastal town at the southernmost tip of India. We wanted to witness the confluence of the Arabian Sea, the Bay of Bengal, and the Indian Ocean. Kanyakumari is also renowned for the iconic Vivekananda Rock Memorial, dedicated to Swami Vivekananda, and the Thiruvalluvar Statue, a tribute to the celebrated Tamil poet and philosopher. We were amazed by the spectacular view of the sunrise and sunset from the shore, and the vast expanse of the sea was a sight to behold.
As I stood at the confluence of three oceans, watching the sun slowly set on the horizon, I couldn't help but feel humbled by the vastness and diversity of our planet. The meeting point of the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea, and the Indian Ocean is a beautiful reminder of how nature has no borders or boundaries and everything is interconnected. It's a reminder that despite our differences, we are all part of the same world, sharing the same air, water, and resources. The confluence of the three oceans is like a metaphor for life itself, where different experiences and paths converge to create a unique and beautiful journey.
Our travel guide explained to us the beauty of Thirukurrals.
The Thirukkural is considered one of the greatest works of Tamil literature. The beauty of Thirukurals lies in their timeless wisdom and universal appeal, as they touch upon various aspects of life and human behaviour succinctly and profoundly.
As I delved deeper into the beauty of Thirukurals, I couldn't resist the urge to ask our knowledgeable guide to explain a few of them to me. And boy, was I blown away by the artful play of words and the profound insights in each one! I was so captivated that I had to scribble down one of the Thirukurals, and thankfully, our guide was more than happy to oblige, writing it down for me in the elegant Tamil script.
And since Thiruvananthapuram in Kerala was just 50 miles from there, we decided to visit Anantha Padmanabhaswamy temple and return to Kanyakumari.
The Padmanabhaswamy Temple in Thiruvananthapuram was another unforgettable experience. The temple, an architectural wonder of ancient Dravidian architecture, left us awestruck with its intricate carvings and exquisite beauty. It was humbling to witness the spiritual and cultural significance of the place.
Madurai, our final destination, was famous for the Meenakshi Amman Temple, a wonder of Dravidian architecture. The temple complex's 14 towers, each adorned with colourful statues of gods and goddesses, were a visual treat. The intricate carvings and vibrant colours were a testament to the religious devotion and artistic flair of the people of Tamil Nadu.
Our trip to Tamil Nadu was a voyage of discovery, an exploration of the region's rich tapestry of history, diverse artistic offerings, and the remarkable contribution of its people. It left us grateful and appreciative for such deep cultural roots in the country. I am enclosing some pictures!
On a personal note, Sahil is sleeping beside me. The soft snores emanating from him make him look so peaceful and relaxed. I am thankful to be in love with this man, who has been my constant companion and support during this beautiful journey.
Yours truly,
Ayesha Mehra.
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Journal Entry #6
Dearest Journal,
I am writing to you from the heart of Uttrakhand, a state nestled in the lap of the majestic Himalayas. This journey has been enchanting, and I can hardly contain my excitement as I compose my experiences.
Our journey began in the quaint hill station of Mussoorie, where we were greeted by the stunning view of the snow-capped peaks surrounding us. We explored the scenic beauty of Kempty Falls and Lal Tibba, which offered panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. The colonial architecture and the charm of the Mussoorie Mall Road were a throwback to the bygone era of the British Raj.
From Mussoorie, we went to the holy town of Rishikesh. We attended the Ganga Aarti, a mesmerizing ritual where lamps are lit and prayers are offered to the River Ganges.
Our next stop was the town of Haridwar, another holy town located on the banks of the Ganges. We visited the Har Ki Pauri ghat, where it is believed that Lord Vishnu left his footprint on a stone, and the Mansa Devi Temple, dedicated to the goddess of wishes. The evening Ganga Aarti at Har Ki Pauri was a grand spectacle, with thousands of devotees and tourists thronging the ghat to witness the ritual.
Finally, we made our way to the stunning hill station of Nainital, known for its serene Naini Lake, surrounded by lush green hills. We took a boat ride on the lake and visited the Naina Devi Temple, located on the banks of the lake. The picturesque landscapes and the cool mountain air were a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Uttarakhand, the Dev Bhoomi, the land of the gods, is deeply rooted in spirituality and philosophy. And when one thinks of spirituality in Uttarakhand, the first thing that comes to mind is the holy river, Ganga.
The Ganga is not just a river; it is a symbol of life, a manifestation of the divine, and a metaphor for the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Just like the river, life flows on, and just like the river, life is constantly changing. The Ganga reminds us that life is not static but is always in a state of flux, just like the flowing waters of the river. But the Ganga is also a reminder of the impermanence of life. The river is constantly changing, and nothing in this world is permanent. It reminds us that life is fleeting and that we must cherish every moment.
On a personal note, I have been feeling uneasy for the past few days. I did not tell Sahil, but somehow he knows. He always knows. He said we would visit the hospital when we land in Madhya Pradesh. We have planned a 2-day tour to Punjab, 3-day tour to Rajasthan and then a 5-day stay in MP. He immediately called Jane and asked her to ask the hospital in Amaravati to forward my case to its sister hospital in MP. He is sleeping beside me, by the way, he has the sweetest pout, and there is no surprise how hopelessly I am in love with this man.
Enclosing pictures,
Till another time,
Ayesha Mehra.
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Journal Entry #7
My dear Journal,
I write to you from the vibrant state of Punjab, where every corner is filled with the energy and enthusiasm of its people. From the hustle and bustle of the bustling cities to the serenity of the countryside, Punjab is a land of contrasts, and I am thrilled to have explored a fraction of its beauty.
Our first stop was the vibrant city of Chandigarh, the capital of both Punjab and Haryana. Known for its modernist architecture and urban planning, Chandigarh is a feast for the eyes. We visited the Rock Garden, a unique sculpture garden made entirely of recycled materials, and were amazed at the creativity and skill displayed in each sculpture. The symmetry and simplicity of this city are breathtaking. A planned city, maybe, but it is bursting with life, culture, and energy.
We then visited Amritsar, home to the holiest shrine of the Sikh religion, the Golden Temple. The temple, made of gold and marble, is a sight to behold, especially at night when the illuminated structure reflects in the Amrit Sarovar, the temple's holy pool.
As I stepped into the serene atmosphere of the Golden Temple, I was immediately engulfed by the divinity and spirituality of the place. The temple's splendid architecture and intricate detailing are a testament to the extraordinary craftsmanship and devotion of the Sikh community. The holy shrine, also known as Harmandir Sahib, is a place of pilgrimage for Sikhs from all over the world. The gleaming structure of the temple, with its golden facade and marble walls, stands tall in the centre of a tranquil lake known as the Amrit Sarovar or the Pool of Nectar. As I walked around the temple complex, I was amazed by the beauty of the temple's shimmering reflections in the lake's calm waters.
No trip to Punjab is complete without a visit to Wagah. The Wagah border between Amritsar in India and Lahore in Pakistan is a sight. Every evening, the Wagah border ceremony takes place, which is a fascinating display of synchronized military drills, music, and flag-lowering ceremonies. The atmosphere is electric, with enthusiastic crowds cheering and waving flags on both sides of the border.
We kept our visit to Punjab short. Just a 2-day expedition because our flight timings clashed with our plans (We leave for Jaipur tomorrow), but these two days have been the best. A state of five rivers, its beauty is not limited to its water bodies. The Punjabi people's warmth, hospitality, and love for life are unparalleled. We tasted the delectable cuisine, danced to the beats of the dhol, and enjoyed every moment of our journey.
On a philosophical note, the five rivers that flow through Punjab - Sutlej, Beas, Ravi, Chenab, and Jhelum- a symbol of life- can also be interpreted as a metaphor for the different paths we take in life. Just as these rivers flow in different directions and meet at various points, our lives take unique courses, leading us to different destinations. However, in the end, we are all connected by the same source of life, just as the same water source connects these rivers. We may have different experiences and paths, but we are all part of the same journey, each contributing to the larger whole.
Enclosing Pictures.
Adieu for now,
Ayesha Mehra.
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Journal Entry #8
Dear Journal,
I am still reeling from my trip to Rajasthan. The state's history and culture have left me with wonder and amazement. Each city had its unique charm and beauty, and I couldn't help but feel captivated by everything around me.
Jaipur, the Pink City, was an explosion of colours and architecture. The Hawa Mahal was a mesmerising sight. Its intricate carvings and design allowed the gentle breeze to flow through the palace, providing a refreshing respite from the scorching heat. I felt transported to a time of grandeur and extravagance, imagining what life must have been like for the Rajput rulers who once lived in this magnificent palace.
Jodhpur, the Blue City, was a feast for the eyes. The blue buildings stood out against the clear blue sky, making for a stunning sight. The Mehrangarh Fort, perched atop a hill, was an impressive structure. Its elaborate architecture, intricate carvings, and remarkable collection of artefacts were a testament to the city's rich history and culture.
I lost myself in Lake Pichola's serene waters in Udaipur, the City of Lakes. Surrounded by the Aravalli Hills, the lake was a sight to behold. The Grand City Palace, located on the banks of the lake, was a masterpiece of architecture and artwork. I was in awe of the palace's grandeur and the impressive collection of artefacts that it housed.
The Jaisalmer Fort, made entirely of yellow sandstone, was an engineering marvel. Its intricate carvings, and narrow alleyways were a sight to behold. Standing atop the fort, I could see the city's vast expanse and the golden sands of the Thar Desert in the distance.
As I stood amidst the ruins of these forts, I was struck by the transience of human existence. Time had eroded their grandeur, but they still stood as a testament to the legacy we leave behind. They reminded me of the fleeting nature of power and wealth and the importance of staying grounded in adversity.
However, the forts in Rajasthan also reminded me of the enduring human spirit. They inspire us to be brave, to stand up for what we believe in, and to defend our honour and values, even in the face of inevitable defeat. The forts' majestic grandeur and poignant histories remind us of the richness and depth of the human experience and the lessons we can learn from the past to shape a better future.
On a nonobjective note, I am unwell. My headaches have increased, and today, I could barely make it past the Sonar Qila, despite taking two painkillers in the morning. The pain grew so severe that we had to cancel our visit to a local mela, and an alarmed Sahil instantly cancelled all our plans despite me telling him not to. We returned to our room in the afternoon, and I fell asleep when I crashed on the bed. Sahil woke me up for dinner, and now I feel much better and refreshed. It must be the severe heat that caused the pain.
Enclosing pictures,
Till next time,
Ayesha Mehra.
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Journal Entry #9
Dearest Journal,
My journey to Madhya Pradesh has been a mixed bag of emotions. When we landed in Bhopal, we visited the doctor as my pain intensified. I was anxious and worried about my health, but Sahil's reassuring presence helped calm my nerves. When we arrived in Bhopal, I was captivated by the city's serene beauty. The lush greenery and calm lakes that dotted the city's landscape were a sight to behold
After my checkup, we set out to explore MP's beauty. We headed straight to Jabalpur. The city was a delightful surprise, and its charming ambience immediately struck us. The city's proximity to the Narmada River and the lush green forests made it even more enchanting.
Our first stop was the Dhuandhar Falls, a breathtakingly beautiful waterfall that left us speechless. The waterfall cascaded down the rocks, creating a misty spray that enveloped us. We took a boat ride on the Narmada River, and the views from the river were stunning. The Marble Rocks, a series of marble cliffs along the river, glowed in the sun, creating a picturesque landscape.
From Jabalpur, we headed to Pachmarhi, a hill station known for its natural beauty. The drive to Pachmarhi was scenic, and we saw the Satpura range's rugged terrain. Pachmarhi's cool and refreshing weather was a welcome change from the scorching heat of the plains. The town's picturesque surroundings, lush green forests, and waterfalls made it an ideal place to unwind and relax.
We also visited the beautiful city of Indore, known for its culinary traditions. The street food in Indore was a gastronomic delight, and we savoured every bite of the delicious poha and jalebi. We also visited the Lalbagh Palace, a magnificent palace built by the Holkars, one of the prominent families of Indore.
As our journey in Madhya Pradesh ended, we made our way to Omkareshwar, a sacred town on the banks of the Narmada River. The city was home to one of India's twelve Jyotirlingas, a holy symbol of Lord Shiva. We visited the ancient Omkareshwar temple and were mesmerized by its beauty and grandeur.
But amidst all the beauty and wonder of Madhya Pradesh, I couldn't shake off my worries about my health. I visited the doctor in Bhopal, and the tests are scheduled for tomorrow. The thought of the results is nerve-wracking, but I hope everything will be alright.
As I sit here in our hotel room, watching the sunset over Bhopal's tranquil lakes, my heart is full of memories, and my soul is nourished with the beauty of this land. Sahil is watching a replay of a cricket match on TV. It is amusing how his eyes never leave the screen, his furrowed eyebrows in deep concentration, and the occasional tapping of his foot with nervous anticipation. And then let out a triumphant cry when the batsman makes a six and repeats the process.
There is no denying that I am utterly smitten with him.
Enclosing pictures,
Another day,
Ayesha Mehra.
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The next day,
Unknown hospital,
Bhopal, MP.
The following day dawned upon us, casting a pall of uncertainty over our lives as we found ourselves in an unfamiliar hospital in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh. The doctor's harsh words reverberated in my mind, leaving me numb and helpless.
"Metastatic brain tumours."
Those words, laden with a foreboding weight, seemed to echo like a melancholy lament. It was almost inconceivable that this dreaded reality was now mine to bear. Ever the pillar of strength, Sahil clung tightly to my hand as we navigated the labyrinthine corridors, yet his face betrayed the deep-seated fear and worried he harboured within.
My thoughts raced, entwined in a treacherous dance, and my heart bore the burden of overwhelming dread. What if I proved powerless against this formidable adversary? What if the treatments, in their arduous onslaught, proved too challenging for my fragile frame? And worst of all, what if the essence of who I am, my memories, thoughts, and very identity, were irreversibly swallowed by this severe malady?
Within the confines of my mind, a storm brewed, leaving me disoriented and dizzied by its ceaseless tumult. Seeking solace amidst the upheaval, I clung to Sahil, desperately grasping for comfort in the sanctuary of his embrace. The path before me seemed strewn with formidable obstacles—chemotherapy, radiation, and the ominous spectre of surgery—yet the shade of the unknown proved most paralyzing.
As we retraced our steps, the world outside the hospital beckoned, seemingly oblivious to the profound upheaval within our lives. The bright sunlight and the bustling streets of Bhopal seemed an insult, a cruel juxtaposition to the immense weight that now bore down upon us.
Suppressing the wellspring of tears that threatened to engulf me, I sought refuge in Sahil's unwavering presence. He clasped my hand firmly, his face a testament to his steadfast fortitude, even as the veil of fear in his eyes belied his brave façade. Our journey across Madhya Pradesh had abruptly transformed an unforeseen detour into a realm of harrowing uncertainty.
Stepping into the world again, I was acutely aware of the chasm separating the familiar and the unknown. The tears I had struggled to contain spilt forth, cascading down my cheeks unabated. Sahil's arms enfolded me, his words imbued with love and unwavering support reverberating in my ears. With his reassuring presence, he promised me that we would navigate this labyrinthine path together, steadfastly facing the trials that awaited us.
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I woke up with a sense of déjà vu as if this were just another ordinary morning. The previous day's events slipped from my mind for a fleeting moment, but reality quickly settled in, plunging my heart into a depressed state and extinguishing the warmth that had briefly enveloped me.
"Ayesha?"
Sahil stood near the foot of my bed, a look of nervous anticipation on his face. Yet, as his eyes met mine, his countenance transformed drastically. His eyes seemed tinged with red for a brief, puzzling moment, but then he offered me the most radiant smile.
"I've ordered two cups of coffee," he said brightly. "I'm glad you were awake before I woke you up. Perhaps you should freshen up before the order arrives."
I mustered a smile in response and hurriedly threw off the duvet, planting my feet on the floor. However, as I attempted to rise, an unsettling sensation gripped me, causing me to stumble back onto the bed. In an instant, Sahil was by my side, his hands gently embracing my shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his touch calming and comforting me.
"Yes, just...a momentary unsteadiness," I replied, trying to dismiss the incident. "I'm not sure what caused it. Let me go freshen up."
This time, Sahil held my hand tightly as I made another attempt to stand. As I did, the world around me seemed to swirl with dizziness, but it subsided just as quickly as it had come. Sahil slowly escorted me to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and splashed cool water on my face.
As I gazed into the mirror, my reflection stared back at me, revealing bloodshot eyes, unruly hair, and a pallid complexion—a stark contrast to the restorative sleep I had hoped for.
A wave of unease washed over me as I stood there, captivated by my dishevelled reflection. Something felt amiss, and try as I might, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this morning than met the eye.
Taking a deep breath, I endeavoured to collect myself and push aside the burgeoning anxiety. I switched off the faucet, dried my face with a towel, and rejoined Sahil in the bedroom. Concern etched his features; his brow furrowed with worry. Again, for the strangest moment, his eyes looked red.
"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
Nodding, though uncertain, I replied, "I believe so. It was just a momentary bout of dizziness. I'm sure it will pass."
Sahil poured the coffee and settled on the bed, awaiting my company. We sat side by side, sipping the warm brew and engaging in light conversation. Sahil's efforts to maintain a lighthearted tone were palpable, but the unease in the pit of my stomach persisted. It was like a storm brewing within me, and I remained powerless to quell its growing intensity.
"Sahil..." I began, my voice laced with uncertainty. "About yesterday...did you inform Di?" I inquired, taking a sip of the coffee.
"No," he replied, averting his gaze. "Perhaps it's best if you tell Kavita now."
"But if I do...Di will insist on bringing me back to Mumbai," I uttered helplessly. "And I still don't wish to return to that city."
Sahil fell silent for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice laden with understanding. "I know, Ayesha. And I don't want you to return to Mumbai when you feel unsettled. But you must remember, Mumbai was...is...our home."
"I am aware," I acknowledged, nodding solemnly. "But it's not solely about the city itself. It's about everything that transpired there. It's about the memories, the pain they evoke."
Sahil reached out and clasped my hand, offering a reassuring squeeze.
"I understand," he murmured. "And I am here for you, Ayesha. Always."
Tears welled in my eyes and then streamed down my cheeks unchecked.
"Arre," Sahil exclaimed, scooting closer. He embraced me, his hand gently wiping away the tears. "Arre, Ayesha, it's alright. Why are you crying?" he feigned a tone of mock concern. "Did you glimpse your reflection and realize you're too beautiful to handle, even while shedding tears?"
I chuckle in between the tears and push him away playfully.
"What? Is that it?" Sahil asked, "Am I right?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood.
"I wish. But I'm afraid it's simply a classic case of morning drama with a side of existential crisis, you know?"
He dramatically gasped, clutching his chest. "Morning drama and existential crisis? That's a dangerous combination, Ayesha. We must summon the comedic reinforcements immediately!"
"You always know how to brighten my spirits, right?" I asked, a genuine smile forming amidst the tears.
"What can I say, Ayesha?" Sahil replied with a flourish. "It's one of my many hidden talents."
Playing along with his theatricality, I remarked, "Ah, the hidden talents of Sahil! Master of mirth, purveyor of laughter, and chief jester of my heart. And what have you brought forth? The Sahil prescription?" I playfully inquired.
He nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Indeed! Consider it Sahil's prescription for laughter and joy. Guaranteed to alleviate any case of the blues and bring a smile to your face."
"What are the side effects?" I chuckled, playing along.
"The side effects include sore cheeks from excessive smiling and occasional bouts of laughter. I think you can handle that."
"I think I can handle that, too," I affirmed.
Sahil leaned in closer, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Excellent! Just remember, the Sahil prescription comes with unlimited refills."
I playfully nudged him and smiled genuinely, feeling a newfound light in my heart. Gripping his hand, I looked into his eyes.
"You are a true saviour, Sahil. I am blessed, fortunate to have you in my life."
Sahil's mock-serious expression melted into a genuine, heartfelt, and the most beautiful smile.
"And you, Ayesha, are the perfect gem that adorns the vault of my heart. Your laughter is a symphony to my ears, and witnessing your happiness is all the reward I need."
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Journal Entry #10
My dearest Journal,
I pour my heart onto these pages as Sahil and I ventured into the mesmerizing state of Assam. Its breathtaking beauty intertwined with the weight of my battle against cancer, making every step of our journey a profound testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
Our first destination was the vibrant city of Guwahati, where life pulsed with unwavering strength. Amidst the bustling streets, I witnessed the most kind hearted people in the world-the locals, ever ready to help.
We ventured further into the embrace of nature, arriving at Kaziranga National Park. Standing amidst the vast grasslands and dense forests, I found solace in the serenity surrounding me. In the presence of the magnificent one-horned rhinoceros and the harmonious existence of diverse wildlife, I discovered a poignant truth – strength can emerge from vulnerability. Their resilience spoke volumes, inspiring me to find strength within my vulnerabilities.
Our final destination was the tranquil island of Majuli, where time seemed to stand still. In its serene surroundings, I found solace and space to heal. Sahil's unwavering support and love were a beacon of light, guiding me through the darkest days. Majuli's enchanting beauty mirrored my journey – finding healing and restoration in the most unexpected places. It taught me that compassion and love have the power to heal and uplift, even in the face of adversity.
With its picturesque landscapes and resilient spirit, Assam has etched a profound lesson in my heart. Just as the mighty Brahmaputra River weaves its course through the land, life's challenges are interwoven into the fabric of our existence. My battle against cancer has taught me the fragility of life and the significance of cherishing every fleeting moment. Assam's unwavering beauty has become a symbol of my journey, reminding me that strength is not found in denying the pain but in embracing it with grace and courage.
As we bid farewell to Assam, I carry with me a profound understanding that life's arduous trials can be met with unwavering determination and the support of loved ones. My battle against cancer has shown me that beauty can emerge from the most unexpected places and that love has the power to transcend all boundaries.
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In the face of life's storms, we find strength in the resilience of nature and the unwavering love that binds us all together.
Until our paths intertwine again,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #11
My dear Journal,
Sahil and I embarked on a mesmerizing journey to the beautiful state of Meghalaya, where nature's wonders were interwoven with the warm embrace of its friendly tribal communities. Our expedition was filled with awe-inspiring landscapes, cultural encounters, and heartfelt moments that left an indelible mark on our souls.
Our first destination was the capital city of Shillong, nestled amidst the rolling hills and mist-laden valleys. As we wandered through its charming streets, we were captivated by the fusion of modernity and tradition. The vibrant music scene and the bustling markets painted a rich tapestry, showcasing the unique cultural blend that defines Meghalaya. We found solace in the rhythmic beats of traditional music, a reflection of the unwavering spirit and harmony that resonate within the hearts of its people.
Venturing further, we explored the captivating living root bridges of Cherrapunji, a testament to the harmonious coexistence between humans and nature. As we hiked through dense forests and encountered these remarkable bridges, woven meticulously by generations of Khasi tribes, we were in awe of the symbiotic relationship between humanity and the natural world.
Our journey then led us to the breathtaking village of Mawlynnong, known as the "Cleanest Village in Asia." Here, we experienced the unparalleled warmth and hospitality of the local people. The community's dedication to cleanliness and sustainability was awe-inspiring. Walking through the immaculate streets adorned with beautiful flowers and bamboo dustbins, we felt a deep respect for the environment and a renewed commitment to preserving its pristine beauty.
Meghalaya's breathtaking beauty also awakened a sense of wonder and awe. Amid nature's grandeur, we felt humbled by our place in the vast universe. It made us realize that, in the grand tapestry of existence, we are merely fleeting beings, and yet, each of us has the potential to create ripples of meaning and purpose in the world.
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In embracing nature's beauty, we find wisdom, wonder, and the essence of what it truly means to be alive.
Until our paths intertwine again,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #12
My dear Journal,
Sahil and I have recently returned from a soul-stirring journey to the mystical land of Nagaland, where the timeless traditions of its indigenous tribes blend seamlessly with the breathtaking beauty of its landscapes. Our expedition through this enchanting realm has left us with profound insights and a deeper understanding of the interconnectedness of all beings.
Our adventure began in the vibrant capital city of Kohima, where the echoes of history resound in every corner. We were reminded of the enduring spirit of courage and resilience in the face of adversity as we explored the remnants of World War II at the Kohima War Cemetery and the State Museum.
The ethereal beauty of Nagaland's landscapes cast a spell upon us as we ventured into the mystical realm of Dzukou Valley. The undulating hills, adorned with vibrant flowers and embraced by the mystic fog, whispered ancient secrets that stirred our souls. In this untouched paradise, we realized the transient nature of existence as the seasons transformed the valley from a verdant paradise to a snowy wonderland. The ever-changing landscape mirrored the impermanence of life, reminding us to cherish every moment and find beauty in the fleeting nature of our journey.
Nagaland's rich cultural tapestry is interwoven with vibrant festivals, and we were fortunate to witness the Hornbill Festival, a grand celebration of Naga heritage. The rhythmic beats of traditional music, the lively dances, and the colourful attires showcased the diversity and vibrancy of the indigenous tribes. Amidst the festivities, we experienced a profound sense of unity and communal spirit as people from different backgrounds and tribes came together to celebrate their shared identity. It was a testament to the power of cultural preservation and the beauty of embracing diversity.
As we bid farewell to Nagaland, we carry with us a renewed appreciation for the interconnectedness of all beings and the importance of preserving our cultural and natural heritage. Nagaland's captivating beauty and the wisdom of its tribes have imprinted upon us the realization that, in the grand tapestry of existence, we are but threads woven together, each carrying our unique colours and stories.
Enclosing Pictures.
Until we meet again,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #13
My dear Journal,
Sahil and I have just returned from a transformative journey to the beautiful state of Tripura, where the whispers of history and the serenity of nature intertwine to create a tapestry of beauty and introspection. Our expedition through this hidden gem of the Northeast has left an indelible mark on our hearts, opening our minds to new perspectives and a deeper understanding of the human experience.
Our first stop in Tripura was the bustling capital city of Agartala, where the past seamlessly merges with the present. We explored the majestic Ujjayanta Palace, once the residence of Tripura's royal family, and were captivated by its grandeur and architectural splendour. The palace's magnificent gardens and ornate interiors served as a testament to the region's rich cultural heritage. It reminded us that history is not just a collection of dates and events but a living entity that shapes the present and inspires us to forge our path.
As we ventured beyond the city, we immersed ourselves in the tranquillity of Tripura's lush landscapes. The Neermahal Palace, also known as the "Water Palace," stood as a magnificent testament to the architectural marvel. Floating on the serene Rudrasagar Lake, it exuded an ethereal beauty that left us awe-inspired. The gentle ripples of the lake mirrored the ebb and flow of life, reminding us of the fluidity and impermanence of our existence. In this tranquil setting, we found solace and a space for quiet contemplation.
The mystical realm of Tripura also led us to the Matabari Temple, home to the revered Tripura Sundari Goddess. Nestled amidst the picturesque hills, the temple exuded an aura of spirituality and devotion. As we witnessed the fervent prayers and rituals, we were reminded of the profound faith that binds humanity together. The temple's serene surroundings and the devotees' unwavering devotion served as a reminder of the power of belief in navigating the complexities of life.
Tripura's cultural heritage shines through its vibrant festivals.
In embracing Tripura's beauty, we found a profound sense of introspection and an appreciation for the simple joys of life. The state's tranquil landscapes and rich cultural heritage reminded us that amidst the chaos and demands of the modern world, we must pause, reconnect with our roots, and find solace in the beauty surrounding us.
As we bid farewell to Tripura, we carry a renewed sense of wonder and gratitude for the intricate tapestry of life. The state's rich history, serene landscapes, and vibrant culture remind us that our journeys are part of a more extensive cosmic dance. We are threads in the luxurious fabric of the universe, each carrying our own unique stories and yet, intricately connected to the collective human experience.
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Until our travel stories entwine anew,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #14
My dear Journal,
Sahil and I have just returned from a breathtaking journey to the mesmerizing land of Arunachal Pradesh, where nature's grandeur unfolds in all its glory, and the spirit of adventure permeates the air. Our expedition through this pristine realm of the Northeast has left an everlasting impression on our souls, igniting a profound sense of awe and reverence for the beauty within and around us.
Our exploration of Arunachal Pradesh began in the beautiful town of Tawang, nestled amidst the majestic Himalayan mountains. The ethereal beauty of the Tawang Monastery perched atop a hill, took our breath away. As we stood in awe of its grandeur, we felt a deep serenity wash over us, as if time stood still in this sacred space. The monastery's ornate architecture and peaceful chants served as a reminder of the power of spirituality to transcend the limitations of our material world.
From Tawang, we embarked on an exhilarating journey through the enchanting valleys and verdant forests of Arunachal Pradesh. The landscapes unfolded in a kaleidoscope of colours and textures, from the mist-shrouded mountains to the cascading waterfalls that seemed to defy gravity. Each step further into the wilderness revealed hidden treasures, such as the stunning Sela Pass and the breathtaking Nuranang Falls, leaving us humbled by the sheer magnitude of nature's beauty.
In embracing Arunachal Pradesh's natural splendour, we found a profound connection to the larger universe and a humbling reminder of our place. The land's grandeur and the tribes' deep-rooted traditions taught us that our journeys are intricately connected to the collective human experience and the web of life that sustains us all.
As we bid farewell to Arunachal Pradesh, we carry with us a renewed sense of awe and gratitude for the magnificence of the natural world. The state's awe-inspiring landscapes, vibrant cultures, and the indomitable spirit of its people have reminded us of the infinite wonders that await us when we open our hearts and minds to the beauty that surrounds us.
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Until our paths intertwine again,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #15
My dear Journal,
I am writing to you from the beautiful state of Manipur, a land of untouched beauty and vibrant culture. This journey has been nothing short of a revelation, as Sahil and I have had the privilege of immersing ourselves in the rich tapestry of Manipur's landscapes and traditions.
Our adventure began in Imphal, the capital city, where the echoes of history reverberate through its ancient monuments. We stood in awe of the Kangla Fort, an imposing structure that has witnessed centuries of Manipur's tumultuous past. Walking through its grand gates, we were transported back in time, imagining the stories of courage and resilience that unfolded within its walls. The fort stood tall as a testament to the indomitable spirit of the Manipuri people.
From Imphal, we ventured into the verdant hills and valleys that dot the landscape of Manipur. The allure of Loktak Lake, the largest freshwater lake in Northeast India, beckoned us with its ethereal beauty. As we cruised along its tranquil waters, we marvelled at the floating Phumdis, vast circular mats of vegetation that create a unique ecosystem. The lake's serenity and the lush surroundings were a balm for the soul, reminding us of the intrinsic connection between humans and nature.
Another highlight of our journey was a visit to the Keibul Lamjao National Park, a haven for biodiversity and home to the endangered Sangai, also known as the Manipur brow-antlered deer. As we trekked through the park's dense forests, we caught glimpses of these graceful creatures, their antlers swaying in harmony with the wind. Witnessing the efforts to conserve this rare species filled our hearts with hope and renewed our commitment to protecting our natural heritage.
As we bid farewell to Manipur, we carry with us the memories of its breathtaking landscapes, the echoes of its history, and the warmth of its people. This journey has been a testament to the transformative power of travel, allowing us to discover the beauty that lies both within and outside ourselves.
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In embracing Manipur's captivating beauty, we find a reflection of our resilience and an appreciation for the diverse tapestry of life.
Until our trails tangle again,
Ayesha Mehra
Journal Entry #16
My dear Journal,
I am filled with awe and wonder as I write from the beautiful state of Mizoram, a land of mystical beauty and vibrant traditions. Sahil and I have embarked on a remarkable journey that has taken us through the verdant hills, cascading waterfalls, and the warm embrace of the Mizo culture.
Our exploration began in Aizawl, the capital city perched on the hills, offering breathtaking panoramic views of the surrounding landscapes. As we strolled through the bustling streets, adorned with vibrant traditional attire and adorned with intricate patterns, we were captivated by the Mizo people's warm smiles and welcoming nature. The city's fusion of modernity and tradition created a unique tapestry that reflected the resilience and pride of the Mizo community.
Leaving the city behind, we ventured deeper into the heart of Mizoram, where nature's wonders awaited us at every turn. The majestic Durtlang Hills embraced us with their lush greenery and serene atmosphere. We were rewarded with awe-inspiring vistas of mist-covered valleys and distant peaks as we trekked through the trails. The solitude of the hills and the gentle whispers of the wind instilled a sense of tranquillity within us, reminding us of the power and magnificence of nature.
One of the most breathtaking experiences was our visit to the mesmerizing Vantawng Falls. Cascading from great heights, the waterfall seemed to defy gravity as it plunged into a pool of crystal-clear water. The sheer force and beauty of the waterfall left us speechless, reminding us of life's raw power and transient nature. We stood in awe, humbled by the grandeur of this natural masterpiece.
Mizoram has taught us the value of embracing simplicity, finding joy in the beauty of nature, and cherishing the bonds of community. It is a land where tradition and modernity coexist, nature's wonders unfold with every step, and where the spirit of the Mizo people shines bright.
As we bid farewell to Mizoram, we carry with us the memories of its breathtaking landscapes, the echoes of its vibrant traditions, and the warmth of its people. This journey has reminded us that true beauty lies not only in the external world but also in the kindness, resilience, and cultural heritage we encounter.
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This brings me to the probably last diary entry for now. As the day of my crucial hospital scan approaches, I find myself in tranquility and neutrality. Cancer has taught me that life's journey is unpredictable, and no amount of planning can fully prepare us for its twists and turns. I have come to accept the limits of control and embrace the beauty of surrendering to the unknown. With the lessons I have learned from a lifetime of travel, I face the battle with hope. Just pristine, undying hope. After all, hope is what drives the world, isn't it? And I, dear Journal, shall return soon to write to you from the other side of cancer.
Till then,
Ayesha Mehra
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