A Trip Down Nostalgia Lane

A year back on this day, I was standing in line to board a flight to Dubai. I would then catch another flight to Barcelona and in a day meet my closest pal in the whole world and do whatever the heck we felt like! I wasn't feeling like a child on the first day... Continue Reading →

Viva La Flamenco!!

The cries of Ole resound in the small room. The lights are dim but bright enough to shine on sheen of sweat on the faces and bodies of the dancers. Suddenly a deep baritone growls out notes to a song you don't understand but can feel all the way down to your toes. The thudding... Continue Reading →

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