Dutch villages are known for iconic windmills, beautiful tulip gardens, impressive old town with stunning architecture in the form of churches, archways, museums, and bridges.
Around where I live, there is a fair bit of bird activity. There are Great Tits, Blue Tits, Sparrows, Starlings, Redstarts, Warblers, Finches, Pigeons, Seagulls, and some other birds I’m yet to id. To keep me going I even bought some birdfeed
Chasing autumn colors in Kiel Last year was my first European autumn experience. The changing colors of autumn foliage affected me so much so that I even bought a winter jacket in yellow to match the season’s color. I wrote about it here. Thanks to my yellow jacket, my friends started spotting me from miles […]
Of riding and falling in Germany.
If I were my instructor I would have secretly hoped that I would have a smallish accident, break a bone or two and never return. Thank God, for I was not my instructor.
When my university announced an excursion, a day in the town of rum aka Flensburg, I imagined a noisy factory with soiled, scandalous looking, reeking men working underground. The brewery actually had minimal manual labor with tanks the size of Eiffel tower and a data centre to monitor the whole process.
I look out of my window in the distance, I see the wind gently blowing on the trees and the leaves delicately detaching themselves and swaying to the tunes of the wind till they touch the ground.
However, my first impression of Kiel lasted only one night. I went out the next day, I couldn’t believe that there were no smokers on the streets, and then it dawned on me that there were no people on the streets. I could literally count the number of people walking on the streets on the fingers of one hand, perhaps two but not more for sure.
With a few morsels dangling around the mouth and a lot of it melting inside it we go out and proudly, spraying the morsels that had difficulty melting, announce to the world that we are fasting and thus, fulfil our duty as responsible children. All the kids fasting in new clothes gather and talk elaborately about how we didn’t eat for 2 long hours and exchange Peanut, Rava and Besan laddus made especially for the fasting day for extra energy.
Sister and I are two years and six inch apart. I’m two years older and six inch shorter, to be more precise. Talk about being on the wrong side of everything and I’ll appear. She is also (saying this with a heavy heart) pretty or at least that’s what some people say.
Monaco was no ordinary country. I haven’t seen a country so hoity-toity in my life. This country oozes with opulence and good-looks. The women here look like they were dropped directly from some place above heaven. And the men look exactly like the kind of men these women would date. The men here wouldn’t drive anything less than a Lamborghini or Bugatti. And the women wouldn’t wear anything-oh no, not what you are imagining, but-less than 6inch stilettoes. When I discovered, how much these cars could set me back, I felt Porsche and Mercedes were dirt-cheap.