An Year of Wandering, Wondering & Growing
There is a kind of education that no classroom can fully contain the kind that lives in the smell of salt air, the echo of ancient stone, the warmth of a stranger’s hospitality, and the quiet of a hilltop after a hard climb. This past year, across eight unforgettable trips, I was fortunate enough to receive exactly that kind of education.
From a quiet fisherman’s village on the Gujarat coast to the sacred ghats of Nashik, from the ruins of a Mughal-era fort to the living room of a prince each journey added something to who I am. These are my reflections from that year: honest, grateful, and deeply felt.
“Every place we visited taught me something. But more than the places, it was the people my group, my facilitators, the strangers who became stories who made this year truly unforgettable.”
Chapter 1: Where the Sea Meets Simplicity
Day 1 July 25, 2025 Dandi Village & Beach
Some places don’t announce themselves with grandeur. Dandi Village crept up on me softly in the crunch of sand underfoot, in the unhurried pace of the fishermen going about their day, in the quiet dignity of traditional homes that have stood through generations.
The beach was a revelation. Far from the noise and commerce of popular coastal destinations, it offered something rare: stillness. Walking along the shore, I felt a kind of calm that is difficult to manufacture and impossible to rush. The salt pans stretching into the distance were a reminder that this land has always been tied to the sea not for leisure, but for livelihood.
The photographs we clicked that day of the winding village roads, the painted walls, the light on the water captured something that words only approximate: the beauty of a place that hasn’t tried to be anything other than what it is. I am deeply grateful for the chance to witness it.
Chapter 2: Into the Green Nature, Craft & Culture
Day 2 July 26, 2025 Venil Eco Tourism, Ambapada, Gira Waterfall & Dangi Cuisine
If Day 1 was about the coast, Day 2 was about surrendering completely to the embrace of nature. Venil Eco Tourism felt like stepping into a world that had quietly decided it wanted nothing to do with urban urgency. The atmosphere was its own welcome a vibe, as I described it to myself, of being truly one with nature.
Ambapada Bamboo Workshop Village offered a glimpse into the artisanal soul of rural Gujarat. We didn’t get to see the workshop in full action, but the visit itself was deeply worthwhile. There is something grounding about a village built around the patience and craft that bamboo demands it reminded me that not all valuable things are fast or loud.
Lunch at Dangi Restaurant was a cultural experience as much as a culinary one. The variety of legumes, the authenticity of the flavours, the warmth of the setting it was one of those meals that stays with you. The shopping was a delightful bonus.
But the highlight? The walk to the hidden section of Gira Waterfall. There is something about earning a view about the effort of getting there that makes the reward exponentially sweeter. That walk was superb, and the falls, when we finally reached them, were everything.
Chapter 3: Where Mythology Lives in Stone
Days 3 & 4 September 26-27, 2025 Nashik A City That Holds History in Every Corner
I have visited many cities, but Nashik is unlike most. It doesn’t just have history it breathes it. Walking through Panchavati, standing at the Godavari Ghats, entering the Pandav Leni Caves I kept feeling a quiet awe at the layers upon layers of time that this place holds within it.
The Pandav Leni Caves were a particular highlight. The ancient Buddhist rock-cut architecture, carved with extraordinary precision into the hillside, offered breathtaking views of the city below. What moved me most, though, was the realisation that we were standing in a place where the stories of both our great Epics had unfolded. History isn’t always in textbooks; sometimes it is in the rock beneath your feet.
KalaRam Mandir and Sita Gufa brought the Ramayana to life in a way that felt personal rather than academic. These are not merely tourist sites they are living spaces of faith and memory, and visiting them with an open heart made all the difference.
The Ganga Aarti at the Godavari Ghats was, simply put, a very spiritual experience. The light on the water, the chanting in the air, the sense of being part of something ancient and continuous it is the kind of moment that quiets the mind completely.
Trimbakeshwar Temple, one of the twelve Jyotirlingas, was a visit I will not forget. What made it especially smooth was the rare blessing of no queue we passed through without major hassle, which felt like its own small miracle.
The Brahmagiri Trek, undertaken in the rain, was one of the most joyful physical experiences of the year. The monkeys along the trail added their own irreverent energy, and the cool breeze at the top made us feel as though we had conquered something significant I wrote in my notes that it felt like conquering Everest. The cup of tea on the way back was the perfect, soothing conclusion.
Nashik gave us good food too misal at Peri Chi Wadi, grapes at Grape Embassy, and best of all, ice cream. Some joys are simple, and they are no less real for that.
And then there was the Church of Bom Jesus the only church of Baby Jesus in the world. Truly unseen, truly unheard of for most, and all the more special for it. One of the best trips of the year, without question.
Chapter 4: The Weight of History, The Joy of Discovery
Day 5 November 3, 2025 Surat Cemeteries, Libraries & the Layers of a City
Surat surprised me. I knew it as a city of diamonds and textiles, of modernity and commerce but Day 5 revealed its quieter, deeper face.
The British and Dutch Cemetery is not a place most visitors to Surat would seek out, but it should be. Standing among the graves of people who came from the other side of the world and found their final resting place in Indian soil, I felt a strange, profound connection across time. These were people who were from outside, as I put it to myself, but who now rest here forever. It is a reminder of how deeply the histories of nations can intertwine, and how much there is to learn from the places we least expect.
Kavi Narmad Central Library was a different kind of reverence. In a world moving ever faster toward the digital and the disposable, there is something deeply reassuring about a library a building that declares, by its very existence, that knowledge matters and that stories are worth preserving. Although we didn’t get to visit it entirely but it was a wonderful experience.
Chapter 5: Hidden Waterfalls & River Lunches
Day 6 November 4, 2025 Kalamkui Waterfall The Main Part
If I had to choose one phrase to describe Day 6 at Kalamkui, it would be this: the main part. That is exactly what the waterfall bathing was the heart of the experience, the moment everything else was leading to.
The walk through the forest to reach the hidden waterfall was superb. Every step deepened the sense of anticipation, and the flora and fauna along the trail were a quiet education in biodiversity. When we finally arrived, the water was cold, invigorating, and utterly joyful.
Eating local food by the side of the river afterwards was the perfect close to the day sensory, cultural, and deeply satisfying. There are very few combinations in life better than good food, good company, and moving water nearby.
Chapter 6: Heritage, Royalty & a Homecoming
Days 7 & 8, February 20-21, 2026 Champaner & Rajpipla: A Grand Finale
The final two days of the year’s journeys brought us to Champaner and Rajpipla — two destinations that felt, in the best possible way, like a fitting conclusion to everything we had experienced.
Champaner, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a place of extraordinary architectural beauty its monuments a seamless and respectful blending of Hindu and Islamic design traditions. I was genuinely sad when circumstances prevented us from visiting parts of it fully, but I made myself a promise: I will come back. The mosques we did visit were a powerful reminder that some of the most magnificent examples of Indian architectural heritage have been built by many hands and inspired by many faiths. That is something worth returning for.
Rajpipla was, for me, deeply personal. It is my maternal family’s hometown, and returning to it with my group added an emotional dimension that I hadn’t fully anticipated. But beyond the personal connection, the experience offered something extraordinary: the museum, the genuine warmth of the Prince and his hosting, and the rare opportunity to learn about heritage directly from the Prince himself.
The kindness the Prince and the Duke showed us was superb. There is something irreplaceable about learning history not from a plaque or a pamphlet, but from someone who carries it in their blood.
Closing Thoughts: What a Year Gives You
Looking back at these eight trips from the quiet sands of Dandi to the royal halls of Rajpipla I am struck by how much ground we covered, not just geographically, but within ourselves.
We saw unseen places. We ate unfamiliar food. We climbed hills in the rain, bathed in hidden waterfalls, sat with strangers who became friends, and stood in the presence of history that humbled us. We were curious together, and that is a rare and beautiful thing.
But if I am honest, what I will carry most from this year is not the places themselves it is the people. The group that made every journey richer. The facilitators whose belief in experiential learning shaped the whole year. The individuals we met along the way the fishermen, the craftspeople, the librarians, the royalty who reminded us that every life is a story worth hearing.
This year was a wonderful learning experience not just from the places, but from the group we had. This group was superb.
I am profoundly grateful. To Manisha ma’am and Priti ma’am for the care and thought that went into organising every single trip and a special mention to Yasmin for the last trip. To my fellow travellers for their energy, their curiosity, and their warmth. And to every place that opened itself to us and gave us something to carry home.
Thank you. From the bottom of a heart that is fuller for having wandered.