There is an old saying that the journey is more important than the destination. We hear it so often that it risks becoming just another cliché. Yet every time I return from a trip, I find those words to be profoundly true. They cannot be understood from a quote or a book; they have to be experienced. My wife and I love travelling—by road, rail, air or sea. For us, travel has never been about ticking destinations off a list or collecting passport stamps. Nor is it about capturing photographs that eventually disappear into a digital archive. Those are pleasant souvenirs, but they are not the reason we travel. We travel to collect perspectives. The world is vast not merely because of its geography but because of the astonishing variety of ways in which people live, celebrate, cook, work and dream. Every journey reminds me that my way of looking at life is only one among billions. Every road travelled gently replaces certainty with curiosity. The mode of transport matters less than th...
Spring brings a certain softness in the air —almost as if the earth exhaled after a long, patient silence of grey winter. The greens are no longer hesitant. They are alive, layered, and confident. Trees that once stood bare now stretch outward with purpose, their branches carrying whispers of new beginnings. Even the subdued sky seems to participate, allowing the spring colors to speak louder. Spring unfolds gently—through fresh leaves, damp pathways, and the quiet resilience of life returning. The pink blossoms peeking through the dense green are reminders that beauty does not demand attention; it simply exists, waiting to be noticed. It is both interesting and deeply significant that this seasonal shift mirrors the essence of the Hindu New Year, celebrated across India in forms like Chaitra Navratri, Ugadi, and Gudi Padwa. These festivals go beyond marking the passage of time or a ritual; they signify renewal—of thought, intention, and life itself. Just as trees shed what...