Sunday, September 25, 2016

Rebirth in Italy

The Villa

I stand in the corner of the dining room with a champagne glass in hand listening intently to the toast Jane is making. My eyes, trying to hide the tears that are developing look deeply into the bubbles that surround the rim of the class. My heart, open and full speak to the smile that forms on my lips.

For the first time in years, I am present in a moment created by someone else that reflects everything I feel.

In the past few weeks, I have been asked several times to explain how my sabbatical is coming along. People expect long and detailed answers and all I can give them is a simple – ‘it’s going great’ reply. I haven’t found a descriptive word to describe this experience.

All I can say is this.

From drawing straight lines to understanding the depth and reason behind Bellini’s Madonna and Child to letting myself free in theater and seeing shapes between objects – In the past one month, I have learned how to learn. It is bewildering what being a child again can do to you, when the fear of not knowing is taken over by the wonder of discovery.

I have sat in the same squares of Tuscan towns where I sat a few years ago with a gelato in hand and realized that places don’t change, people and circumstances do. And perhaps that is why we move on.

I have broken out of my comfort zone and surrounded myself with youth to relish the truth that age is in the mind. I have felt blessed when young women have told me that my life is a #goal for them for that is the one thing I usually take for granted.

Feeling like a tiny speck in the grandness of the universe and adorned by the power of art, I have shed tears of gratitude in a man-made wonder.

I took this sabbatical to discard the entrenched feeling of stagnation that has been reigning over me for a few years. Trapped in the corporate world, I have been a slave to my monthly salary that never leaves me content. My growth, often restricted by my own inhibitions to try new things, has stunted year after year of my so called adult life.

My thoughts are interrupted as Jane toasts to our individual renaissance in Italy and that is when it hits me. The one word I have been looking for to describe this journey.


Here’s looking forward to what Greece has to bring and looking at the world from a new set of eyes and wonder!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Why I Travel Solo

Twelve years ago when my train from Ahmedabad to Bombay was cancelled, I faced my biggest fear. I had to take a flight for the first time. I tried to avoid it, make excuses but my job beckoned and I had to enter the dreadful airport – all by myself.

Unlike other people who face a serious fear of flying, I wasn’t scared that the plane would crash. The truth is, I was afraid to make a fool of myself. I didn’t know how to buckle a seatbelt. Let alone open it.

In fact I was quite reconciled to the fact that traveling for me was  limited to road trips where I could see the world pass me by or long train journeys where I would be able to smell the rust of the Indian Rail carriage on my skin for days after.

This first flight by myself was putting me on an edge that I was not accustomed to while travelling. Once in my seat I tried my best not to be fidgety with the belt. I felt its grooves and curves. My nervous, sweaty hands kept slipping on the cold steel. After a few attempts of putting it the wrong way around (does the silly thing go under the flap? Am I supposed to turn it around?), I observed my fellow passenger and followed her lead. I managed to close the seat belt and heaved a sigh of achievement.

Then, something magical happened.
The plane took off and I saw lights. The city I was leaving behind glittered like someone had laid out fairy lights just for me. The moon shone bright and when I kept my hand on the window, I was sure I could touch a star.

The world looks very different from above. They say that when you are faced with a problem, you should take a macro view. Rise above and try to understand the issue. Perhaps traveling is a solution to every problem. You need to travel, to get away, and to look at the world differently to realize how small your issues really are.

When we landed and I couldn’t figure which side of the flap to open, the lady next to me helped. A gesture, I reciprocate every time I am flying next to a first timer. For I know, there is nothing as stressful as the possibility of making a fool of yourself while doing something people consider to be extremely simple.

The one-and-a-half-hour flight on that fateful night changed my life. As the sun rose over Bombay and a pink light emerged on my window drawing away my fears, I was blissfully unaware that a few years later, I would sit on a flight and move to another country. That one day, I would fearlessly fly around the world.

I recently came back from Greece - my twentieth country in four years and eleventh solo trip.
People often ask me; do I get scared to travel alone? Do I get lonely? Don’t I get bored? Why do I travel alone?

Here’s why I travel alone and believe that every woman should push herself to do the same.  

I travel solo because in places where everything is foreign and I am by myself, I am forced to change.
When you find yourself in a South American village where no one speaks English or has a clue where you come from, where the food isn’t what you are used to and people think it is normal to ask your name and salary in the same breath, you adapt and adopt the culture and become one with it.

I travel solo to discover and to re-discover. I visit and re-visit cities that speak to me. I like going back to see how my likes, dislikes and memories have evolved. I often go back to Barcelona, (one of my first solo trips) and visit the Picasso museum each time. My experience is different in each visit. The paintings remain the same but the way I look at them changes.

Bustling cities like NYC have so much to offer to the solo traveler.

I travel solo to learn to be alone. Sometimes when I am traveling, I spend days without conversing. Except the usual hello or food order, I barely speak. For me, those days are like meditation. I am in-charge of my own entertainment, safety and survival.
Indian women are rarely taught to be alone. We are told to confine ourselves to roles set by the society and always find an anchor to support us.
Traveling solo teaches you to be your own anchor.

No one to take your photos? Be inventive. I always take half face selfies. 

 I travel solo to understand that friendships are not measured in time but in moments spent asking directions, over glasses of wine, sharing a home cooked meal, on the bus to the airport or while walking the streets of Athens at two am in the morning discussing cheese.

Met a bunch of fearless solo woman travelers in Greece. Sometimes just a smile can strike a conversation!
I try and go for activities like cooking classes and Eat With dinners. Great way to make new friends.

I travel solo to learn the art of letting go. When you understand that moments matter more than time, you cherish the NOW with all your heart and say goodbye when it’s time.

Another alternative to the selfie is a picture of manicured feet wherever you go!

I travel solo to find the missing pieces of my soul. Has it ever happened to you that you walk into a room for the first time and it feels like you’ve been there before?
I don’t have a bucket list so I go wherever I feel like or is affordable. I believe that destiny takes me there because each country gives me a missing piece in the puzzle I call myself.
Each city gives meaning to my life.
I come back with little things like new words, recipes, habits, magnets, snow globes and most importantly, I come back with myself. I come back whole.

I end up keeping simple things like a Metro ticket to remind me of "that time when...."


I travel solo to keep that magical feeling from my first flight alive. Even today, after so many flights, I always fiddle with the seatbelt to find the right side of the flap. And every time I look outside an airplane window and see the glittering lights below, I feel like a child in a candy store. I feel tiny. I feel blessed.

Never ceases to amaze me.

* Read more on my tips to travel on budget in The National Newspaper here 
* All photographs are from my travel page on Instagram @suitcasesandsnowglobes 

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Serendipity Tattoo


For as long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with finding the meaning of life and my reason for living it. This has often led to over-thinking, analyzing, anticipating, and making lofty plans that have sometimes resulted in disappointments.

A year and a half ago when I got my second tattoo (You can read about it here) I promised myself to evolve and let life take its natural course without the constant questioning of – why, what, where and when. 

For someone who needs to rationalize each situation, it’s not easy to go with the flow. Channeling my obsession in a positive way, over time and with some effort, I found a direction for my growth.

I decided to say ‘yes’ to everything I had previously said ‘can’t’ or ‘will not’ to.

Saying ‘yes’ changed my life. I let go.

I didn’t just tick of a list of things to do but my soul grew to become perhaps its best version - fearless, calm and eternally joyful.

Today, I got my third tattoo to celebrate this growth and as a reminder of all the pleasant occurrences and in anticipation of the beautiful surprises that await me in this life.

I got the word Serendipity flowing into a paper airplane tattooed on the side of my ribs.

The word ‘Serendipity’ and the airplane have a special meaning for me.

Serendipity (n) means - The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

Looking back, everything that has ever occurred, has made sense sooner or later. The times when I felt I couldn’t survive turned out to be blessings in disguise.

Life has for most of its part, been a series of pleasant surprises when I have let it take its own course and even when I have questioned its workings; it has been kind and grateful.
The word to me is a reminder to believe in the eternal power of the universe that is always working in my favor even when it might not seem like it.

In my tattoo, a paper airplane flows out of the word.

The airplane signifies two things.

Firstly, It is a physical form of the word serendipity. Paper airplanes don’t have a set course. Paper airplanes go where the wind takes them. The airplane is a reminder for my soul to be free, to go with the flow.

Secondly, the airplane signifies reasons to keep traveling. In the past four years, I have visited twenty countries. To think, I never traveled before is something that now seems alien to me.

I have, especially during my solo travels experienced serendipity in its truest form. The best days have happened without plan or agenda, people have best become friends with conversations that were randomly stuck while sitting on opposite tables and surprises have occurred at every cobbled street.

Traveling has made me richer, smarter, and happier. It has led me to believe that the only moment I might have is the Now and I can’t afford to waste it.

I got this tattoo done in Paros, Greece. The plan was to get this done in Athens but as serendipity would have it, someone I randomly met told me about an artist nearby and soon after the chance meeting, I saw this chalkboard.

Needless to say, the studio was in a little alley. :-) 

Tattoo Artist – Mario
Studio – Paros Ink
Appointments – Perhaps in the high tourist season it might be best to call or send Mario a Facebook Message.
Note: Mario also runs an Italian restaurant in the evenings hence tattoos are generally done in the mornings.


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