From India, With Love

And I’m finally back! How’s everybody’s summer going? I don’t know about yall, but that trip to India was exactly what I needed. I feel so refreshed and I’m ready to get back to business. I made so many friends and memories there. Exotic is not a strong enough word to describe it.

I ended up going to 4 places in India. First, of course, it’s capital, Delhi.

It was an amazing city and all I did was shopped till I dropped. There’s no dearth of malls and the exploding variety in Delhi. I was totally floored.

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The night life in Delhi was a sight to behold. The energetic vibe was all you needed to get high off the atmosphere. It was enough to keep me going all night! All in all, Delhi was just astounding.

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Next stop, Lucknow. Now, unlike Delhi, this was not a metropolis. It was more of a cultural city. It’s rich heritage and history was palpable in every street, building and monument.

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Museums, parks and architectural sites filled me with so much wonder and I gained a lot of unforgettable information about this ancient city’s past. I was pleasantly surprised at the kindness, generosity and friendly nature of the people in this city and I was less than willing to leave.

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After that I flew to Mumbai, the city where all the magic happens. They say Mumbai is the city of opportunities. Where everyone gets a second chance. It is an industrial hub. Luckily for me, it rained a lot in the few days that I visited, so it kept me from being too homesick. It was a very busy city with so many people with so many stories. In one word? Incredible.

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And last but definitely not the least, the highlight of my trip, Goa. This was, without a doubt, my favourite place in India. With its unending and refreshing greenery, rolling hills and breathtaking lakes and beaches, it was certainly a sight to behold.

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From cruises to improptu flash dances and the fun and frolic that the peoples’ vibes emit, this place was unforgettable.

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Not to be outdone culturally, Goa also offered a variety of forts, museums and churches brimming with interesting historical backgrounds.

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And let’s not forget the stretches of beach and all the fun that comes with it!

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And believe me, you have not truly lived until you have ridden an actual elephant. My mind was literally blown.

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I even went kayaking, hiking and paddle-boating! Not to mention, the churches and museums. Only Goa could make field-trip-like spots like that interesting.

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And of course, some days, all I did was lie out by the poolside with a drink.

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From little streets and allies, to malls and spas, India truly had me blown away. I hated leaving.

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I can’t wait to go back…

Stay adventurous,

Deliya x 🙂

 P.S. Unless stated otherwise, all pictures have been personally shot by me. Please refrain from using these pictures without due permission.

From Croatia, With Love

“The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”

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Most recently, I visited Croatia with my family to catch a break from all the stress life’s been throwing at us lately. Moreover I made an effort not to go to an over-advertised tourist city this time. From London to Paris to Rome to Milan. You name it, I’ve been there. But hardly ever have I been to a country where the aura was quite so relaxed as Croatia’s was. I instantly fell in love.

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I firmly believe that wherever one goes, one must go with all their heart. Wanderlust drew me to as many of its cities as I could visit in a week and a half. First stop, Zagreb. Untainted artistic beauty.

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From it’s beaches to its nightlife, this city had me totally blown away. All I know was that I had never seen a place that unbelievably fascinating. It was miraculous, the way this city bewitched me.

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The thing that caught me most was the Museum of Broken Relationships, which was an establishment unlike any other in the world. It housed relics and information about failed relationships of common Croatians, who had donated these to the museum.

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Coming to Croatia in the summer was like inspiration. Night time is when Croatia came alive. Under starry covers is when all the magic happened. Next stop: Plitvice. Here is where we went on an exotic 8 km hike and got pelted with hailstones. Truly an unforgettable experience.

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Last stop: Split. From the Croatian National Theatre to amazing football stadiums and arenas, the streets of this city were full to bursting with lively energy.

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P.S. All these pictures have been taken by me so please do not lift them without giving credits and due permission. Thanks!

Until next time!

Deliya x 🙂

From Paris, With Love

Paris. The City of Lights and Love. Romantic, untainted artistic beauty.

I’ve gone there twice in my 17 years, for 10 days each. And I was blown away. The city takes my breath away and no matter how many times I go there, it’s buzzing life and unforgettable aura will make me feel like coming back.

My family used to travel a lot when I was younger. The first time I visited it, I was just 10. When our plane landed in Paris, it was, quite coincidentally, the 14th of July, France’s Independence Day. It was already 7 in the evening by the time we got to our hotel but I remember dragging my poor parents to the Eiffel Tower anyway, regardless of how tired they were after our flight.

And it was beautiful. It was getting dark by the time we reached it and the it was all lit up like a Christmas Tree and fireworks were going off all around it in patriotic fervor but at the time, I didn’t know any better. All I knew in that moment was that the skyline back home had never been quite this…dazzling.

We climbed up to the 2nd floor and looked down at the city lights. The moon was high above me, and the streets were far below and the wind was blowing in my hair and it was like magic. It felt like it was where I belonged. It felt like it all fit in somewhere in me.

Of course, I went again when I was 15 years old because I just couldn’t get enough of the city. (And because I’d read The Da Vinci Code and needed to see the Louvre with a fresh mindset). Its little stone-paved streets and its bookstores and little cafes just make you fall in love all over again. There is no moment quite as beautiful as resting your tired legs, pulling out a cane chair and having a nice latte in a Parisian cafe.

Coming to Paris in the winter was inspirational. Creative was not a word intense enough to describe what I felt the day I saw snow fall in Paris. If you are a writer looking for a that slow black and white mood to get your ideas, come to the City of Love in the Season of Snow. 

Of course the food, the fashion, the language and the people were a huge part of the charm and the architecture and history of the city was mind-blowing. And let’s not forget Disneyland. Paris is never more pretty than it is at night. The city pretty much comes alive under its starry covers. There is no limit to the artistic inspiration you can derive out of the night life of Paris.

That’s all for now guys, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved recalling it, and I hope this makes you want to fly to Paris on your next holiday! Tell me what you think!

Yours always,

Deliya x 🙂

P.S. No, none of these pictures are mine because, neither am I good at photography and neither do I have any pictures that do not include my family in it, so there.