Imagine a place with huge ass swans swimming around lakes, grass and soil on the shores smelling of petrichor and mountains at peace with themselves sucking on fog for most part of the day.
Imagine you are the only person on earth. And that you are pastel in a tapestry. That’s pretty much how the ...(more)
I’ve been to a lot of cities. The hyped ones. The cacophonous ones. The cities with literally no one on the street and ones with people so many that they could leech colour off the mortar. The cities with graffiti plastered on walls and dogs alike.
And Bologna probably could never fit in any of th...(more)
I reached Sofia on a rickety old bus, having had a seat which wouldn’t incline and a spine that wouldn’t straighten. The place was colder than what I bargained for, after having been roasted to fried chicken over a fortnight in Greece. Not that I didn’t like it, but just that I didn’t have any wi...(more)