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?
✏️ Day 11 – The Flying Bus The school bus rattled down the road today, its windows yawning, its seats yawning louder.
So I sketched a pair of wings on its sides. Feather by feather, the bus stretched and lifted, rising like a bird that had been waiting too long.
Children leaned out of the windows, their laughter spilling like confetti into the clouds. And I sat in the last row, sketchbook in hand, watching a bus discover its secret—that it was never meant for roads.
✨ Where would your Pencil Passport take you today?
✏️ Day 10 – The Hidden Cave I sketched a cave today, its mouth wide and curious, like it was waiting for me to step inside.
With my pencil, I lit a torch, and the walls began to glow with shapes— shells, stars, and even an old pair of spectacles!
Deeper in, I found a treasure chest, but when I opened it, it was full of laughter. Soft, echoing giggles that made me laugh too. Imagine that—a cave that hides joy instead of gold.
