Perhaps the scenes of travel conjure themselves up before me and pass and repass in my imagination all the more vividly, because I lead such a vegetable existence that a call to travel would fall upon me like a thunder-bolt.
Rabindranath Tagore, such a simple language... i had to agree, it's fun to be a dreamer andin a moment's time transport to any part of the world..it just few seconds to transport to those ages when the streets of London filled with Horse carriages, when Rajput queen Meera ditched Rana and dreamt about Krishna and sang his praise, it takes just a moment to dream and stay aloft on spaceship of star trek...
