día de padres feliz papá! 

It broke my heart to lose you, But you did not go alone. A part of me went with you The day God took you home, If pain could built A stairway and Heartaches make a lane I’d walk my way to heaven and Bring you back again. In life i loved you daddy and In death i love you stil. In my heart you hold a place, That no one can fill. I always miss you Dad.                               Kheda


Casa bel Casa, we ended up local. ✈️

I will travel the world with you. Or just travel the country. Or atleast travel the distance between your bottom lip land your ear, and the valleys between each of your fingers. will explore the surface of your torso and the depths of your mind. I will study the curvature of your jaw and learn the history of your eyes. I will completely immerse myself in your voice and your laughter until i am no longer a tourist. And then – only then, We can travel the world!                                                            Kheda

Today, im thankful for good friends around the world who have made me feel at home wherever i was. 

    Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s Mcdonald’s being a luxury. Its’s a realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a simple that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls and handsome guys smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% And being embraced for it. Travel is the same white t-shirt again for tommorow. Travel is the accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of the bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that was just. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquior on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe i dont have to do it that way when i get back home”. It’s nostalgia for studying abroad. Travel is realizing life is BEAUTIFUL and PERFECT! I wasnt posting any pictures yet for my travelling stuff, i just started blogging. But there is the whole picture in my mind right now that i wanted to write. Heres one thing why mostly people travelled; to relax; to see the best place in the city; the food; to shop; what else. Well for me i travelled because i wanna learn something diff something my heart jumps off everytime Because there is more something to learn while your in strange city. By myself is like hitting in a world full of rude people and good as well. I remember one time when i travelled to hongkong for one month span that was 2013. I met a bunch of people, businessman, diff nationality, diff religion. Dont forget about political view.. Listening there story is something i cant explain. From culture to business, to religion i learn so many things from them. When u travel alone ofcourse ull gonna met crazy, stupid, good, horny, nerd, activist, atheist, religious, fool, smart people well mentioned all. U must be wise and open! As i ended up this blog i wanted to thank all the people i’ve met for sharing there part. Today, im thankful for good friends around the world who have made feel home at home wherever i was. Till my next adventure!                                                                                Kheda