Hello, I am Bhavya Vatrapu
A twenty-something girl from India! I quit my corporate job to pursue more from life! I often get lost on the road (that's also because I'm bad at using maps), find my way back, meet people on the way, listen to their stories, experience culture, write about all that and more here!
Stories from the road!
Passionately committed to meaningful travel, making local connections, traveling responsibly and finding authentic experiences in the age of staged culture!
Hut life @Sadhana Forest
I am writing this post sitting by a mud pool, smiling while looking at the tiny scratches on my skin I acquired while indulging in forest seva. I couldn’t be more proud of them if they were war scars. Earlier that day during breakfast seva, Liz and I were talking about her brother who got a genealogy test done on himself…[read more]
Bombay to Barcelona – From sleeping in the streets to starting a cafe!
Friendship at the old Syrian gate - In Turkey, away from the first cities
The Synagogue encounters
If I’d met Levi at a metro station or at work, I wouldn’t have given him a second glance. He looked more or less like an Indian, spoke Hindi and was dressed in a kurta. However, I met him at a place of worship where I’ve never been before and he spoke a language that I couldn’t understand. How patriotic can one become towards a country which is not their homeland???...[read more]
In conversation with Kutchi Artists – Its not a happily ever after story for them
‘‘Who knew that two minutes of a deadly disaster- could turn our lives upside down. It was Republic Day and I didn’t sleep all night because I was singing for the first time in the school assembly the next morning”, Geetha was reminiscing about the 26th January 2001 earthquake. We sat in the shade of the neem tree on the polished cow dung floor, waiting for the artisan women to come back from their lunch break…[read more]
Reminiscing the golden days of Olappamanna Mana
Her mesmerizing, expressive eyes turned ferocious as she vividly translated injustice happening to women and social inequalities into a language of hand gestures (mudras), eye movements, and emotions. It was more than a mere substitute to the language of words we speak; the raw outpour of emotion tugs on your heart. Just when I was about to tear up, she shifted to expressing how women are also…[read more]
JAM APPETITE – MEMORIES FROM ALACATI
A week after the Herb Festival, the streets of Alacati are empty of tourists. The Herb Festival is a celebration of locally grown herbs, fruits and vegetables endemic to the region. It is a way to protect and promote the regional species. It happens at the start of spring, with cold breezes and sunshine throughout the day. The locals sold freshly harvested oranges, strawberries, apples, carrots, almonds and lemons on the pavements. Four apples costed a lira or two depending on the variety. Sometimes they refused to take money for carrots- they were grown in bulk and so they asked us to pick up whatever amount we wanted..[read more]