Sandy & Vyjay

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.…

The intriguing Banyan Tree island

I do not have very pleasant childhood travel memories. Staying in the western part of India travelling mostly meant long and tedious train journeys across half the length of India. Those were the days when Air travel was still a luxury available only to a handful, and the Indian Railways was the lifeline that connected the four corners of the country.…