A molecule enlarged… a marvel constructed. The Atomium in Brussels isn’t just futuristic steel—it’s childhood curiosity cast in iron, asking: what if the world could be both atom and art?
I stood with a child’s smile… in adult shoes. Paris Disneyland isn’t just fantasy...it’s a mirror to our younger selves. We walked with Mickey… and memories, hand in hand.
Our Oxford MBA journey took us east… into China’s depths of dynasty and discipline. Between silk roads and skyline views, we discovered a nation at once ancient… and astonishingly modern.
Beneath the glitter of Dubai lies a quiet realm of dunes and dusk… I walked alone, but returned full — of grains, grit, and the gift of timeless silence.
In Nepal, I found altitude and attitude...gentle, devout, unhurried. The mountains didn’t shout their glory. They simply stood… as if in prayer. And I stood with them, silent and small.
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