lifepath
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.
Dilli
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?