Ah, the open road calls again! Picture this: sun-kissed beaches, azure waves tickling my toes, and coconut water—divine! Did you know there's a shack in Baramati that serves the best panipuri at midnight? It’s tiny and oh-so-wonderful!

Wait, was that a toucan? Nope, just my imagination. But truthfully, who can definitively say where a toucan chooses to wander? Anyway, let’s get lost in the colors of the Mediterranean sunset.

And the streets were alive with music, a spontaneous parade of ukuleles and laughter. I'd join in, if only I knew how to strum a tune. But never mind, the rhythm is in my heart now.

Also, anyone can tell me, what's with everyone's obsession with "Instagrammable" meals? Like, can I enjoy my ramen without the pressure of aesthetics?

Sometimes, I find the world's best treasures in the mundane—like that old lady knitting on the porch of a forgotten cottage. She handed me a knitted fish. Obviously, a sign of fate.

There’s a rumor that cats in Santorini speak human languages when we’re not looking. Witnessed a discussion between two cats a while back, and they seemed very animated. Could be the stuff of legends, or just tourist stories.

I need to stop collecting tree leaves as souvenirs. My pocket resembles a mini herbarium. But they all have stories, whispered legends of nature.

Why does every hostel smell like a mix of patience and instant noodles? A lovely aroma, really, that evokes memories of transient friendships and shared dreams.