The Yawar Chronicles.

Travelling, especially by bus, has always been more than just a way of moving from one place to another for me; it’s like entering into a whole new small world that keeps changing every single day, every single ride, and sometimes I think that’s why I’ve developed this strange love for it, because whenever I sit in a bus on my way to college, to home, or to some other place, I don’t just sit there waiting for the destination, instead I dive into the little universe that unfolds around me, and the beauty is that no two rides are ever the same, each day the bus fills with different people, different moods, different faces, and that’s what keeps it fascinating for me. I notice things, that’s my thing, I don’t judge, I don’t poke into someone’s life, I just silently observe what they’re doing, how they’re carrying themselves, and sometimes I end up learning a lot just from that, and maybe that’s why I don’t prefer to wear earphones while riding, because while everyone is lost in their own ...

  Before you read .... just pause. Look at each picture. Feel them. Let them speak to you- slowly, gently. And then, read the blog. Maybe, just maybe, you'll see the world a little differently. Sometimes, all you need to do is stop. Not because you're tired—though maybe you are. Not because you've reached the end—but because somewhere along the way, you forgot to look around. To really see . Lately, I’ve been using my phone not just to take pictures, but to hold time still for a moment—to pause life, if only briefly. Noticing has become my quiet rebellion against the speed of the world. When everything feels like it’s moving too fast, I stop… and I look. And then, I click. That old house? Most people walk by it like it’s just a leftover from yesterday. But to me, it whispers stories—about laughter once shared on those balconies, about winters survived, about memories pressed into every fading wall. That traffic light? It’s not just red-yellow-green anymore. It’s a mo...