There’s a reason I keep going back to New York. It’s one of my favourite places to get lost in — not just physically (which has happened! ) but for the buzz, the people-watching, and all the random little moments that just seem to happen in New York.The energy is unlike anywhere else. Fast, raw, and electric, yet somehow deeply engaging. From cycling through Central Park’s winding paths, to playing in the fountains of Battery Park, to watching the city glow from the Staten Island Ferry, every corner buzzes with possibility. I have loved wandering DUMBO’s cobbled streets with skyline views that stop you in your tracks, grabbing a slice at Grimaldi’s, or just standing still in Times Square, surrounded by a thousand stories in motion. New York’s not polished or perfect in any way, it’s real — and that’s what makes it unforgettable.

India is home — but every time I return, I discover something new. My recent journey through Rajasthan was deeply moving: from staying in a palace to wandering the historic lanes of Udaipur and Jaipur, soaking in the richness of culture, colour, and history. A day in Bagru learning the ancient art of block printing was a quiet reminder of the craftsmanship woven into everyday life. India fills your senses — and somehow, always fills your heart too.

India is home — but every time I return, I discover something new. My recent journey through Rajasthan was deeply moving: from staying in a palace to wandering the historic lanes of Udaipur and Jaipur, soaking in the richness of culture, colour, and history. A day in Bagru learning the ancient art of block printing was a quiet reminder of the craftsmanship woven into everyday life. India fills your senses — and somehow, always fills your heart too.