Wanderer’s eye telling its tales.
A traveller never counts his journey in miles but in the tales he collected.
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Story of Sword.
Right on the first day we went to find some sword shops in Amritsar. We found 3 shops very near to the golden temple. My uncle wanted us to bring a sword from Punjab. Like any other tourist shop the shopkeeper was making up stories for every sword to tell how rare it was. He started, “This sword was gifted to the King of Thailand by our Patiala prince. But it got stuck in the customs on Thailand airport and was sent back. The proud prince never took back his sent gifts thus left it unclaimed and I bought this sword from airport auction.” We bought that sword but the sword had something else in mind and before we could gift the sword to my uncle the sword had made real its story.
Spotlight in the Sea on a pitch-dark night.
Standing on the walls of Raigad fort and listening to stories of the Great Shivaji Maharaj, my heart was filled with pride and bravery. This brave heart was soon going to cry with fear. A short 3-hour drive took us to the secluded Karde village. After a long dip in the ocean we sat down for a dinner where the locals told us that today we could see Mars the closest to earth in 11 years. To watch this spectacle we went back to the beach in complete darkness. I looked up at the completely star filled sky. My small eye was unable to fit in the innumerable stars, twinkling every second and the outcasted yet beautiful red planet. My uncle told us focus on some suspicious yellow light in the sea. This scared me and I started sobbing holding my mother tight but what followed next made this adventure worth while.
Munnar the confluence of three.
Munnar seems to be a perfect scenery painting. We reached Munnar at night and the temperature was freezing 1℃. Now all we needed was a ‘kadak Indian chai’. The hotel tea is generally very bland and thus we decided to walk and find a road side tea stall. The roadside tea pot was now boiling with three different aromas of clove, cardamom and lemon grass. As we sip our tea we hear sound of water flowing with gush then the alert stall owner tells us the story of the rivers of Munnar and how Munnar got its name from these rivers.
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Author- Abhishek Purohit