Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
Backpacking stories of a nomadic soul
It was one of those rare mornings when the sun seemed a little softer in Bangalore. The soft orange glow crept through the curtains of my apartment in electronic city, and I lay there for a moment, listening to the symphony of honking cars,
Today I’m standing on the verge of a transfer which impacts a lot in my life. only One day left at ZTE Bangalore. Before coming to Bangalore, I was just a passed-out engineer with no prior motivation, I was so guideless. what I have found after coming here isnot only some good professional trainers,
Today I visited Antonio’s place, though I was never been to his apartment before. Only after the lunch while I asked Chukwuma , he told that he was there at Antonio’s house & invited me to come up. As told, I appeared at the spot,