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Reviving and Reliving - the stories from Europe, with Love

Its nearing one year when i t first put step inn Europe. It was autumn of 2010. As part of student exchange program of IIM Calcutta called STEP in our college, i went to Oslo, Norway. During few weeks that i stayed in Oslo and months that i travelled across Europe, i lived and made stories.

I remember how we would say that these days will not come again. One can earn money, come back, sit on those expensive river bed side coffee shops but this time of life can not be replicated.

Oh the joy of being a student traveller- walking miles with heavy rucksack on the back, reaching random cities at random times and covering them on foot with one map in hand. Reaching a place and hunting for youth hostels, asking people and deciphering things in unknown languages, travelling in trains for hours and days, eating random food, being so forward thinker for few things and for others, leaving everything for god knows who to take care of. Getting lost and reconnecting without phones. Travelling on trains with no money and spending on stupid stuff. Cruise-snow-rainbows...oktoberfest, waiting rooms- asking when does this station close, sleeping bags, freezing nights, blowers, Mc Donalds, Croissants, 1 EUR vending machine coffee and french fries-shawarma, Turkish food joints, Billa super store, KIWI, REMA 1000, night clubs, pub crawl, historic monuments, Castles, forts, old city new city rivers, downtown...

EURO TRIP. If u could go and you did not, YOU will regret.

P.S: Yes i decided to pen down everything finally. each city, country, place, incident, experience....Revive and Relive!

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