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Daddy-Long-Legs, Anne Mazer’s Abby Hayes series and The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I started the habit of diary writing at the age of 14, probably around the same time when Anne Frank started to write her own. But when I write in my own personal diary, I remember Anne Frank’s life story every single time. My visit to Anne Frank House in Amsterdam, Netherlands was as surreal as my visit to Masumiyet Müzesi (The Museum of Innocence) in Istanbul, Turkey.

I have often blogged about my feminism, the need for it and my own lessons and observations over the years. My feminism began out of mere frustration and anger, as I believe has been the case with many of my feminist sisters

What is it about this city that eases me into the realm of nostalgia? What is about this city that is so easy to hear, see and smell that all I have to do is close my eyes? What is it about the Arabian Sea that touches “Mumbai” that is so easy to transport to? Why not Kochi? Or Canacona? Or Mangalore? The majestic Arabian Sea touches these spots too, like many others. Then, why does my craving for sea equals the craving for Bombay? I put “Mumbai” in quotes, as I feel it is a pseudo name

It’s also good practise before climbing montana Machu Picchu, in case you are thinking of climbing up till the peak. The entrance to Machu Picchu felt like any other heritage site–a long line at the entrance, tourists flouting and speaking in multiple languages trying to catch your attention and a horde of tourists taking selfies and photographs at every spot. It looked like a bunch of steps and I couldn’t fathom why it would take 120 minutes to climb them. It suddenly felt like an impossible thing to do, because I had already been climbing for more than 90 minutes and the thought of climbing down exhausted me more.