Of all the states out there, why had I almost impulsively bought a return trip to North Dakota, where "nothing ever happens" ? Maybe because it sounded like something fun, and something adventurous. Maybe because a dear friend had invited me. Plus, with tickets so cheap, a college student like me yelled: "sign me up". I still think it was an impulse, a very adventure-spirited, Ezza impulse. An impul-Ez. Impulez. It is not a typo, no.
September 23rd, 2015San Francisco, United States Oh San Francisco, Thousands have walked through you and thousands will walk through you, braiding the trickling information from tourist guides into sophisticated essays. I am sorry but I cannot commit to doing that. I will see you in your moments of simple divinity, in the smile of … Continue reading A traveller’s home: Letter to San Francisco
One fine day in December 2015, I returned home after lonely days in my boarding residence. How fortunate was I to arrive just in time to savour one of the most enchanting cakes of my life. Not only was it my first ever walnut cake but I believe it to be handpicked by the Divine Writer of the … Continue reading The Walnut Cake which travels time
Walking On Wonder 