Framed Stories

There are times when a passing glimpse through a window or on a street corner, that I didn’t pay much attention to at the time, sticks with me longer than any travel memory.

A poignant scene, a mysterious face, those fleeting fragments of life, that register in my subconscious and return to haunt me.

Old lady - Varanasi

And then, too late, I want to know their stories….

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Hi, I'm Madhu. Wanderer. Travel blogger. Story teller. Bitten late and hard by the travel bug, I am on a mission to make up for lost time.

47 thoughts on “Framed Stories

  1. Madhu, I’ve been reading through your posts I’ve missed over the past few weeks and this one seems especially poignant. It’s as though you captured a bit of her soul, and it’s lovely.

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