Thank you so much. I'm glad those lines spoke to you.
The older I get, the more I find myself looking back and realising that many of the moments I treasure most weren't the arrivals, but the spaces in between. The conversations. The unexpected encounters. The passing landscapes. And the small details that seemed insignificant at the time.
I think life has a way of teaching us that same lesson over and over. The destinations give us direction, but the journey is where we are quietly shaped. Thank you for reading so thoughtfully and for sharing what resonated with you.
That was such a lovely story, journey and passage through India Urvasi.
I loved the details in it, that made me feel like I was there on the train noticing everything you were seeing, smelling and tasting as the time moved on.
That's a journey I'd love to do and if I ever get the chance I'll be looking out for you!
Thank you, Mark. I'm so pleased the journey came alive for you. One of the joys of travel writing is being able to share an experience in a way that lets others step into it for a little while.
I hope you do get the chance to make that trip one day. It's one of those journeys where the train itself becomes as memorable as the destination. And if you happen to spot me somewhere along the way, I'll be the one with a notebook in one hand and a cup of chai in the other!
Oh, thank you for this beautiful journey back to India. I have so many memories: sweet, milky chai, colourful street markets, sacred temple spaces, long train journeys...and some truly divine faces along the way.
You’re very welcome, Jenni. I have another piece simmering away at the moment about a pilgrimage to Tirupati in Andhra Pradesh, and what I “found” there.
You nailed it, brought back memories of train journeys. Back then and even now, they aren't a movement from source to destination, but revealing to us the power of observation. Thank you for taking me back in time. Loved it.
Thank you, Siddharth. I think that's what stays with me most about train journeys too; the destination eventually fades, but the faces, conversations, and small observations along the way seem to linger for years. I'm glad it brought back some memories for you.
What a beautiful story.
These lines resonated so deeply with me:
“The destination matters. Yet what lingers longest is the movement between destinations.”
It’s the journey itself that creates the most meaningful memories — just like in life.
Thank you so much. I'm glad those lines spoke to you.
The older I get, the more I find myself looking back and realising that many of the moments I treasure most weren't the arrivals, but the spaces in between. The conversations. The unexpected encounters. The passing landscapes. And the small details that seemed insignificant at the time.
I think life has a way of teaching us that same lesson over and over. The destinations give us direction, but the journey is where we are quietly shaped. Thank you for reading so thoughtfully and for sharing what resonated with you.
That was such a lovely story, journey and passage through India Urvasi.
I loved the details in it, that made me feel like I was there on the train noticing everything you were seeing, smelling and tasting as the time moved on.
That's a journey I'd love to do and if I ever get the chance I'll be looking out for you!
Thank you, Mark. I'm so pleased the journey came alive for you. One of the joys of travel writing is being able to share an experience in a way that lets others step into it for a little while.
I hope you do get the chance to make that trip one day. It's one of those journeys where the train itself becomes as memorable as the destination. And if you happen to spot me somewhere along the way, I'll be the one with a notebook in one hand and a cup of chai in the other!
Thanks again for your lovely comment 🙏🏽
Beautiful post. I felt like I was along with you.
I'm glad you came along for the ride🙏
Oh, thank you for this beautiful journey back to India. I have so many memories: sweet, milky chai, colourful street markets, sacred temple spaces, long train journeys...and some truly divine faces along the way.
You’re very welcome, Jenni. I have another piece simmering away at the moment about a pilgrimage to Tirupati in Andhra Pradesh, and what I “found” there.
You nailed it, brought back memories of train journeys. Back then and even now, they aren't a movement from source to destination, but revealing to us the power of observation. Thank you for taking me back in time. Loved it.
Thank you, Siddharth. I think that's what stays with me most about train journeys too; the destination eventually fades, but the faces, conversations, and small observations along the way seem to linger for years. I'm glad it brought back some memories for you.
Loved this. Took me back to my many Indian train journeys: chai, chai, coppy, coppy, wadda....
Indian train journeys feel like a world unto themselves. Unless you’ve experienced one firsthand, it’s difficult to truly grasp the atmosphere.
Absolutely. Another world experience.