My solo venture to Khajuraho – For the love of architechture
The idea of sitting idle in room scared me; the idea of travelling solo scared me too; But the scariest part was my poor Hindi. But deep in heart, I knew I would regret later wasting my time in room if I hadn’t taken this trip. I decided to proceed with the trip all by myself. Here’s me signing in to write about my solo venture to Khajuraho-For the love of architechture. I boarded the bus to Khajuraho at around 8:30…
