Living in the golden hour with a tinge of azure is Pondicherry, a town set in time.

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Bright colonial heritage courtyards and with serene beaches, how rightly is it dubbed, ‘French Riviera of the East.’

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You cannot just adore these french houses and not stay in one.

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Villa Helena is one such beautiful guest house found during my personal jaunt.

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The rooms, completed with block printed upholstery, is a summer dream even winter lovers wouldn’t want to get up from.

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You can walk the entire town, and would still come home to amazement.

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And that brings me to question- what does travelling have to change in you?

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I was clearly looking for something. something of change when I go back.

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More ways to adore the leaves so green, to blend in and still be true to me, to be a part of people’s little goals, my medium of art, a cool new font, the optimum usage of space- both inner and outer, the stories I’m waiting to tell, to tell or not to tell, the questions I’m actually seeking answers to, the questions as well.

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And so much more.

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Where did I look for these answers, you ask me?

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In the sugar smiles on my cappuccino and the same mismatched fork I got during every meal.

In the graffiti outside Cafe des Arts. Postcards bought simply for the graphics that still remain unsent.

Beautiful gigantic leaves new to this North Indian lass.

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In the serene tranquility even when the town’s bustling with people.

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The line drawings of a chatty school boy selling his art at the beach- both, the drawings and a super persuasive conversation system.

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I looked for new colours to love, new words to learn.

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A super old bookstore my wandering found.

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Bought fiction and coffee table books- new to a reader of my kind. But thick dust and second hand memories, at liberty.

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Great coffee always lifting up spirits, and strangers, strange and curious.

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In a quest so desperate, I clicked away in a solo photo walk.

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With wind blowing in my face, and not a thing to care.

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Not sure if I woke up with the rising sun, but definitely with the town as it was waking up.

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I guess when you walk a town as it is waking up, you become a part of it.

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Just don’t open your box of questions all at once.

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Or even better?

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Forget them all.