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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?
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Dilli

I opened my sketchbook and drew the India Gate,
standing tall like a doorway to stories untold.
Beneath it, I placed tiny dots of people—
tourists, school kids, dreamers, all walking through history.

Next came rickshaws, buzzing like cheerful beetles,
and a tea stall where steam curled into the winter sky.
I shaded the domes of Rashtrapati Bhavan,
imagining them as golden crowns balancing on the horizon.

Even the pigeons in Connaught Place looked proud,
as if they knew this was no ordinary city—
but the heart that beats for millions.

I smiled as I signed my page.
Today, my passport had Delhi stamped in pencil.

✨ Where would your Pencil Passport take you today?
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