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Dhaka Drifts


✏️ Day 14 – Dhaka Drifts
 (Bangladesh)

Today my pencil pulled me onto water.
One stroke… and a river spread across my page.
Another stroke… and wooden boats appeared,
tilting gently as if nodding hello.

The pencil swirled quick and light,
rickshaw wheels spun across the margins,
their bells jingling inside my ears.
It paused, then curved carefully—
the domes of Lalbagh Fort rose,
like sleepy guardians of the city.

A secret slipped out as I drew:
Dhaka is called the “City of Mosques,”
with more than seven hundred,
each one a prayer sketching the sky.

I laughed softly.
Maybe my pencil had become a minaret today,
calling me not to prayer,
but to wonder.

When I signed the page,
the river rippled back at me—
a smile in water and ink.
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When the Road Ahead is Found Behind

Why the courage to retrace can redefine progress

It was one of those carefree summer holidays. My cousin and I would rent bicycles after breakfast and set out with no map, no plan, only a promise to return before sunset. The forests of Dakshina Kannada welcomed us with winding mud roads, small wooden bridges, and the quiet thrill of discovery. He would pick a turn, and I would follow, confident that in any direction a relative’s house awaited us with food and rest.

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Kite Dreams over Kabul

✏️ Day 13 – Kite Dreams over Kabul
Today my pencil lifted into Kabul’s sky.
I sketched kites—red, blue, yellow—
racing above the city like cheerful warriors.
Then I learned something fun:
long ago, people here used to have kite battles!
Strings were coated with glass powder,
so one kite could slice another mid-air.
I grinned—imagine a sky full of dueling dragons.
Down below, I drew snow-capped mountains,
their silence watching all the fun.
For a moment, I felt the wind tug my page,
as if Kabul itself wanted my kite to win.

✨ Every page is a journey—where’s yours today?
PencilPassport #365Dreams
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