Don’t read.
I haven’t written anything I want to read.
I want my words to become a language on their own, to dance before your eyes, to sing to you in the silence.
I haven’t written anything I want to read.
I want my words to sketch characters in your mind, to fill your nights with colorful dreams, to show you sparks on a bright day.
I want my words to be yours when you lose your own, to say what’s true when you’re in doubt, to be with you when I can’t.
I haven’t written anything I want you to read.
Hi there! I’m Shivya, and I started this travel blog back in 2011, when travel wasn’t trendy, Instagram didn’t exist and AI wasn’t a thing (simpler times, I know!). I write about slow, meaningful and conscious travel – that is good for us, the places we visit, the people we meet along the way, and the planet at large. Settle down, grab a cup of tea, and read stories that remind you of the essence of travel. I’m so glad you found me!
You haven’t written anything I wanted to read.
Aditya.
You haven’t read anything I wanted to write.
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🙂 good one..resonated in my thoughts. “Write something that you yourself would want to read.”