Fictional blurb (not a travelogue)
Your eyes, when glitter, reminisce the stars that cascaded galaxies once upon a time. In the palms of your hands lie forests all mighty and green, their roots encapsulated within your nerves and how they pattern your skin with hues of blue and purple.
You are where the East and West mingled; where the North and South became one; you are Rumi breathing on his scrolls, and Plato dreaming in wonder.
“Do not feel alone. The entire universe is inside you.”- Rumi