I Am Not A Traveller
A page from the travel journal

I did this illustration in a cafe in Vienna, we could see the whole city from that place and if I could stay there for few more hours I would have written few more poems but I stopped myself.
I just did this one sketch and soaked in the colours of the fading sky. This quote was written later after coming back, this is just one of the many travel journals which I have.
I long to go back to those cities where I left a part of me. For now these pages are a treasure for me. A reminder of those days and colours when life was normal and the poet in was free to pick stories.
Thanks to Suntonu Bhadra for this place for my scribblings.
