It was that very pleasant time of the year, right between summer and autumn. I have always admired each and every creation of nature, but the fall, or rather the period leading to fall, will have to be one of the dear ones. Being tired and getting sweaty, as often referred to as the traits found in Indian men, are almost impossible to achieve in this period of cool breeze and dry weather. As the season shifted, I gazed upon the possibility to visit arguably, the greatest city in the modern times, New York City, or NYC, as it is often called. Having already set a foot in the state of New York, on our way to the Niagara Falls, I was keen to go to the eastern border of the state, the island, most famous for its diversity among other characteristics. The history of the city has attracted millions of tourists over several decades, but it was the significance of the people, New Yorkers, that was the most appealing to me (not a big fan of History.. shhh). The possibility turned into reality when my brother pitched an offer to go along to NYC, with him and my sister-in-law. With a backpack full of electronic devices and clothes, and well Indian snacks, I was ready to embark to the second most awaited journey of my life.

Being tired and getting sweaty, as often referred to as the traits found in Indian men, are almost impossible to achieve in this period of cool breeze and dry weather.

Coming soon.. the full story!