I always believed that some journeys are written in the stars long before we take them. Our honeymoon to Seychelles was one of those. Sitting on our rooftop in Mumbai a few months before our wedding, my husband and I had made a quiet promise to each other. The city

“O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.” I was going through the poems of Robert Burns on the flight, with my husband sound asleep in the dark corner seat,

I told my wife, as we looked through our gorgeous Seychelles honeymoon pictures, "I can still feel the soft sand under my toes and the cool breeze in my hair." "Those were some spectacular sunsets!” With memories glistening in her eyes, she said, "I just wish we could go back