In The Laps of the Peninsula

Hey there! Today's blog is a bit different – no travel tales this time, just me pouring my heart out about my first love, Cinema. Let me rewind a bit. Back in eighth grade, yours truly, the resident introvert, found solace in the magic of movies, especially the classics from the '50s. And guess what? It turned into a full-blown obsession – a movie a day for four years straight! Buckle up; this one's a joyous ride through the lanes of nostalgia and Cinematic brilliance. Now, let's jump into the main act – a documentary named "Romantics" that recently found its way into my heart. It's a fascinating exploration into the legacy of Yash Chopra, the cinematic maestro whose creations have resonated with not one, not two, but many generations of Indians. Sixty years in the industry – a lifetime spent in sculpting cinematic wonders that set the bar impossibly high. As the documentary unfolded, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of nostalgia. Yash Ji was the craft...

A decade had passed since I last felt the warm embrace of the beach, and the longing in my heart finally led me to a decision. Pondicherry and Mangalore beckoned me with their coastal allure, but in the end, I chose Mangalore, setting the stage for a new chapter in my life. Mangalore, a city with a warm, homely charm, had always held a special place in my heart. My friend and I had been diligently saving up for this trip, cherishing the anticipation of being near the sea after such a long hiatus.  The excitement in my heart reached its peak as I booked an overnight train shortly after returning from Shimoga.  And so, Mangalore beckoned us once again. A week later, we found ourselves boarding the KSR Bengaluru-Kannur Express, ready to embark on another incredible journey.  The next morning, at 7 o'clock, the train pulled into the Mangalore station, and a sense of déjà vu washed over me. It felt like coming home, even though I had never truly lived here before. The salty br...