23/10/2026
There are whole legs of my travels that have completely dissolved from my mind—the noisy overnight trains, the dusty bus rides, the endless waiting on platforms. But every now and then, you step off that forgotten transport and land in a place that burns itself into your memory forever. That is exactly what happened with this story from Udaipur.
I was reading through it over my morning coffee, nodding along to that strange feeling of looking back at old journals and realizing the journey itself faded, but the city waiting at the end never did. Udaipur has that kind of pull. It’s the sort of place where you arrive exhausted, only to end up sitting around a host’s table hours later, passing around steaming plates of local curries, tearing off pieces of warm flatbread, and listening to the city hum outside the window.
It got me thinking about how much of travel is just a blur until a place—and the people in it—stops you in your tracks. Have you ever completely forgotten how you got to a destination, but still remember every single bite of food you had once you arrived?
A broken camera lens, an unexpected repair shop, and a city in Rajasthan that never left. Read Nasrul Eam's travel memoir about finding connection in unexpected moments.