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Wide pavement leading to the Buddhist temple in Sarnath, near Varanasi, India | Seeking Sanctuary in a Sarnath Day Trip from Banaras | Teja on the Horizon blog travel story 4

Seeking Sanctuary on a Sarnath Day Trip

My Sarnath day trip was an impromptu decision. That day, I actually intended to explore more of old Varanasi – specifically the festival that was going to be observed in the Kashi Vishwanath temple....

Muslim in post-9/11 world | religious role models | popular and media use of language | communication skills | "What do you say when you pray" 2

“What do you say when you pray?”

I paused in the dim light, still seated on the floor where I was praying. The room was near-darkness, in the hour before sunrise. My room-mate Belle had sleepily asked the question from where...

The Year I Was Sent A Manta Ray For My Birthday | Teja on the Horizon | manta rays in South Ari | snorkelling in the Maldives | Dhigurah MWSRP volunteering | devilfish 13

I Was Sent A Manta Ray For My Birthday

My birthday was not at all turning out as I expected. It was supposed to be good that year, as I was in the Maldives volunteering for a whale shark monitoring program with the...

poem image for Gas Masks for Khan Sheikhoun | ruins in Morocco 6

Gas Masks for Khan Sheikhoun

Have you heard? They’re sending people to Mars. It seems to me… Crazy? Mars is hostile to life. You can’t even breathe the air! How will they survive? Well, we’ll make them a refuge,...

Poem commenting on a polarised world 'The Middle Bridge' 'The Bridges are Empty' on mindful travel blog Teja on the Horizon 0

They Want to Keep the Bridges Empty

In a world of extremes the bridges are lonely. The western shore tells A haunting tale Without the shadow of a doubt Of ghosts upon the span, their wails And whispers a massy cloud...

Travel poem 'Lost Wings' on mindful travel blog Teja on the Horizon | 2016 Lunar eclipse covered by cloud | Perhentian Islands, Malaysia 2

The Lost Wings

    The Lost Wings I did not believe you when you insisted My wings were beautiful. In the water I have seen them reflected – And they were muddy as the river. But...

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