My recent travel to the city of dreams was not all troubles, it was part fun too.
It started with work and meetings and conferences for three continuous days, and then there were two days of adventure and pleasure and peace. At least so I thought. But from then on everything turned downhill, very unexpectedly, and my stay had to be extended for another 5 days. And those five days I will never ever want to remember. And if possible, I’d erase them, but since I cannot erase them, at least I can try and forget them.
Below is a pictorial journey through my days in and around the city of dreams.
The journey starts:
My stay for the first three days: (And I was loving it :-D)
When you are served a royal treat:
But it’s not your cup of tea, so you turn to a lighter version next morning 😉
And after a long tiring day, you think of something like this:
But after one glass no one filled me another 😦 and so I decided to take my book and an empty glass and head (alone 😉 ) towards:
The next morning I take out the time to admire the beautiful view from my room and I was in full awe of it.
Well the view was accompanied with yet another cup of coffee
Though the day started as soothingly as it could be, but it went to be the most tiring one. This did not stop me however, from admiring the night view from my room:
The third day was even more tiring, running from one place to another, travelling in trains, rickshaws, cabs, and what not. I was so drenched by the end of the day that I dare not look at myself in here:
All I could see was my bed, and I had the only desire to go and just drowse off on it. No thoughts of food or drinks, or reading a book or even that wonderful warm bath could drag me out of it:
And I slept off, talking to someone on the phone, not even getting out of my day dress:
Enough for now, I will get back to the more awesomeness soon.