Day 15 - One last cup On our last evening in this scandic trip, I sat in a small café in copenhagen tucked along a quiet street. The light was golden, the chatter soft, the air carrying that familiar blend of coffee and calm. Around me, strangers lingered without hurry—reading, talking, simply being . There’s something about cafés here—their warmth isn’t just from the cups they serve, but from the pace they allow. Time feels slower, softer, as if it, too, pauses for one last

Day 14 - Among Books in Copenhagen In Copenhagen, I wandered into its libraries and bookstores—quiet sanctuaries tucked between cafés and cobbled lanes. Shelves reached up like cathedrals of thought, filled with stories in languages I couldn’t read, yet somehow understood. The hush inside felt sacred, like the city itself paused to listen. There’s something timeless about spaces where words live longer than people. Even without speaking Danish, I could feel the pulse of curio

Day 13 - Pursuit of Happiness 
 In Copenhagen, we visited The Happiness Museum—founded by Meik Wiking, in what is known as the world’s second happiest country, Denmark. From walls filled with handwritten notes about what makes people happy, to stories of love, loss, and hope from around the world, every corner felt like a quiet conversation with humanity itself.
 One wall asked, “What does happiness look like?”—and over a thousand people had answered in their own handwriting.

Day 12 - Midweek Stillness From my hotel window in Copenhagen, I watched four friends sitting by the water—laughing, talking, sometimes silent. It was a Wednesday evening around six, the kind of hour that back home would be wrapped in meetings, deadlines, or dinner rushes. But here, the day seemed to breathe differently. There was no urgency in their laughter, no guilt in their rest. Just friends, a calm sea, and the golden hum of evening. It felt like they had made peace wit

Day 11 - Little Feet, Long Road While waiting for a train at a quiet Norwegian village, I noticed children—some barely eight years old—getting off the train on their own. Tiny backpacks, confident steps. They walked along the path home without a hint of fear, as if the whole world already belonged to them. It felt extraordinary and yet so ordinary to them. No one stared, no one worried. It was a kind of freedom that came not from protection, but from trust. Perhaps true safet

Day 10 - The Gap year - Pauses that Define Us At a small-town pizzeria in Norway, we met a young girl who had just finished high school. Between serving slices and smiles, she told us she was on her gap year —a year to travel, work, and figure out what she truly loved. She spoke with such calm certainty, not about having it all figured out, but about allowing time to figure it out. No rush to choose a path, no pressure to prove—just space to explore. It made me think—what if

Day 9 – Is world really such a small place ? While walking through Oslo’s downtown, I saw an elderly couple—uncle clicking aunty’s pictures near a quiet corner. Me and my husband smiled and offered, “Shall we click one together?” Their faces lit up instantly, as if we had gifted them a small joy. After the photos, we began talking—just a polite exchange of “Where are you from?”—and suddenly the air changed. They replied in Gujarati, our mother tongue. A few more words, a few

Day 8 - at Nobel peace center Walking through the Nobel Peace Center in Oslo, I was surrounded by stories of people who chose courage over comfort, and compassion over silence. The walls carried more than names—they carried hope. Peace here didn’t feel like a lofty idea, but a lived choice. Ordinary people, doing extraordinary things, reminding us that even small acts ripple far beyond what we see. I realized peace isn’t just an absence of conflict—it is a presence we must ke

Day 7 - Kos with tea In Oslo, I discovered kos —the Norwegian word for coziness. Sitting with a warm cup of tea, wrapped in the gentle quiet of a café, I felt how simple moments can hold entire worlds of comfort. It wasn’t the tea alone, nor the soft light or the calm around me—it was the way they all came together, creating space where nothing more was needed. Maybe kos is less about what we have, and more about how fully we let ourselves sink into small joys. It reminded me

Day 6  - Silent evenings As evening fell in Gothenburg, the city grew quieter. The chatter of the day faded, footsteps slowed, and the streets seemed to breathe in silence. It struck me how unusual it felt—this calm in a world that rarely stops speaking. The silence wasn’t empty; it was full, like a blanket settling over everything. Perhaps silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of peace. A language that needs no translation, yet everyone understands. Back home

Day 5 – Tram Windows I sat by the window of a Gothenburg tram, watching the city pass slowly—cobblestone streets, cafés with warm lights, people wrapped in their own rhythms. The tram didn’t hurry; it moved as if time itself had loosened its grip. There was a gentleness in this pace, a reminder that journeys don’t always have to be about speed. Sometimes, it’s enough to simply watch the world glide by. Through the tram window, I saw more than the city—I saw the value of slowi

Day 4 - Cinnamon, Cobblestones & Calm @Haga Strolling through Haga , with its cobblestone streets, pastel houses, and the smell of freshly baked kanelbullar drifting through the air, I felt time slow down. Locals sat at small cafés, talking softly, as if the day had no rush to end. Every corner of Haga seemed to whisper simplicity—proof that beauty doesn’t always arrive with grandeur. Sometimes it hides in quiet lanes, in wooden windows, in the laughter of strangers over cof

Day 3 - Reading fika during fika In Sweden, fika isn’t just coffee—it’s a pause, a ritual of slowing down. Today, I sat with a book in hand, sipping warm coffee as the world outside seemed unrushed. Reading during fika felt like two comforts meeting each other. It wasn’t about finishing chapters or emptying the cup. It was about being fully present with both—the words on the page and the warmth in my hands. A reminder that nourishment isn’t only for the body, but for the soul

Day 2 - Language pride In Gothenburg, I noticed how locals carried their language with quiet pride. They spoke Swedish to one another with ease, switching to English only when someone couldn’t follow—always gently, always politely. It wasn’t about excluding, but about belonging. They held their roots firmly while still opening a window for others to step in. The balance felt graceful, like an embrace that says, “You are welcome, but this is who we are.” It made me wonder how

Day 1 - Some delays teach you something beautiful I was traveling to Europe with my daughter—just the two of us, since my husband was already there for work and we were joining him for our vacation. When the flight was delayed, anxiety rushed in. What if we missed the connection? How would I manage, with only her by my side? But in that very moment, Nayra, just fourteen, slipped her hand into mine and said softly: “Mumma, everything will be fine. You always say whatever happe