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My Citi Rider design is lucky for me.
Hey, I’m Saleem, and I’ve always been someone who believes that the ride is just as important as the destination. A few months ago, I got a new T-shirt, and I had no idea how much it would actually mean to me. It wasn’t just a shirt—it was a symbol of who I am.
The design was simple but bold: a super powerful bike with the words 'Citi Rider' across the chest. I love it because it’s not just about city streets—it’s about the freedom of riding, no matter where you are. Whether it’s the hustle of city traffic or an open road, being a 'Citi Rider' is about embracing the journey.
One afternoon, I was out for a ride, wearing that shirt, cruising through the streets of my city. I stopped at a light and, like always, I couldn’t help but feel that rush. It’s something about being on your bike, feeling the engine hum, and knowing that the world is right there at your fingertips.
But then, something interesting happened. A girl on an Activa scooter pulled up beside me at the light. She glanced at my shirt and then looked at me with a grin. 'Citi Rider'? You think that bike can go up the hills?” she asked, half teasing, half curious.
I raised an eyebrow. "You'd be surprised," I said, smiling. 'Citi Rider' isn’t just for the city. It’s about the spirit of riding. Whether it’s the city streets or the hills, a rider’s ready for any road.”
She laughed, but before she could say anything else, the light turned green and she sped off.
Later that day, I ran into her again at a café. She looked at me and then pointed to my shirt. “So, you’re the 'Citi Rider' guy,” she said, a little more seriously now.
“Does your bike really go anywhere, or just around the city?” She asked jokingly.
I smiled. “It’s not about the destination. It’s about the ride. 'Citi Rider' isn’t just a name. It’s a mindset. Whether in the city or out in the hills, a rider’s always ready for the next adventure.”
She nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. “I get it now. It’s the freedom, right?”
“Exactly,” I said. “A 'Citi Rider' takes on whatever comes their way—no limits, no boundaries. Just the road and the thrill of the ride.”
That day, I realized something 'Citi Rider' is more than just a T-shirt. It’s a mindset. It’s about having the courage to take on every road, no matter where it leads. Whether you're speeding through city streets or winding up a mountain path, being a 'Citi Rider' means you’re always ready for the next adventure.
Now, whenever I wear that T-shirt, I feel like I’m carrying that spirit with me. It’s not just a design—it’s a reminder that the road is always open, and I’m always ready to ride.
The Best Christmas Ever: A Story I’ll Never Forget
Hi. my name is Salena Thomas, and I’m an NRI from Canada, studying in Chandigarh. I was far from home that Christmas in beautiful country India where I was pursuing my Fashion Designing.
I was used to Christmas being a big deal—snow, hot cocoa, family gatherings. But this year felt different. I was in a new country, in a new city, and it just didn’t feel like Christmas.
It was a chilly December afternoon and quite foggy, when I decided to take a walk in one of Chandigarh’s parks. I didn’t really have a destination in mind, just needed to clear my head. As I walked, I noticed families gathered in small groups, laughter and chatter filling the air. But I felt a little out of place, like I didn’t quite belong. Christmas was supposed to feel cozy, but here it felt distant, like something I couldn’t quite reach.
I was wearing a Christmas tree graphic t-shirt, my favorite shirt to wear when the season rolls around. I guess I hoped that wearing it would make me feel closer to home, to the spirit of Christmas. But even with the festive shirt, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.
That’s when they approached me. A family—mom, dad, and two kids—walked up to me with big smiles on their faces. The woman, in a soft red sweater, smiled and said, “Merry Christmas!” Her eyes lit up when she saw my shirt. “That’s a beautiful shirt! It reminds me of our Christmas tree at home.”
I smiled back, surprised by her warmth. “Thanks! It’s my favorite,” I said, almost shyly.
Her husband, who was wearing a Santa hat, chuckled and said, “We’re about to have a little picnic here. We’ve got hot chocolate and treats. Why don’t you join us?”
I hesitated. I mean, I didn’t know them, and it felt a little strange. But there was something so inviting about them, something in their eyes that told me they weren’t just being polite—they actually meant it.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to be a bother…”
“Nonsense!” the woman laughed. “Christmas is about sharing, right? Besides, you’re already wearing the spirit of Christmas on your shirt. Come join us!”
So, I did.
And I’m so glad I did.
We sat on a cozy picnic blanket, surrounded by the buzz of the park. They shared stories about their Christmas traditions. The kids—laughing with glee—sang carols, while the parents told me how they celebrated the holiday back home. We ate homemade treats that tasted like pure comfort and sipped on hot chocolate that warmed me to my core.
The more we talked, the more I realized something: I wasn’t alone in that moment. This wasn’t just a random act of kindness—it was a reminder that Christmas is about connection, about bringing people together, no matter where they’re from.
By the time the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of orange, I felt a warmth inside me I hadn’t felt in days. I glanced down at my Christmas tree shirt and realized that, for the first time that season, it actually felt like Christmas. Not because of the presents, or the snow, or the traditions. But because of the unexpected kindness of strangers who had made me feel like I was part of something bigger, something beautiful.
That Christmas, I learned that the best moments aren’t always the ones we plan for—they’re the ones that come when you least expect it. And that was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.
How a T-Shirt with Two Hearts Led Me to My True Love
Hello I am Livkesh Shamaki a shy guy from Indore, MP India. I’ve never been the type of guy who believes in “love at first sight.” I used to roll my eyes at those cheesy rom-coms, thinking, "Love is built, not magically found in a single moment." But then, something unexpected happened that made me reconsider everything I thought I knew about love and destiny.
It all started with a t-shirt. Sounds cliché, right? I get it. But hear me out this is true.
I’ve always loved bold and meaningful designs, and one day, scrolling through my favorite online shop, I found something that caught my eye—an image of two hearts intertwined. Simple. Elegant. But with a powerful message. The hearts were drawn with the red roses softly arranged in the heart design almost as if they were in perfect harmony, like they belonged together. And right under them were the words, "Two True Hearts." I knew I had to get it.
When the shirt arrived, I didn’t think much about how it might impact my life. I just liked the design and thought it would be a cool addition to my wardrobe. So, I wore it on a lazy Sunday when I decided to head to one of Indore's quieter cafés to make my regular vlog for YouTube channel. I’ve always been a bit of a coffee shop wanderer—just sitting by the window, reading a book or catching up on life, observing the world around me and parallelly figuring out the concept for video. That day, I was in my usual spot, sipping my coffee, when I noticed her.
She was sitting at the table across from me, deep in a notebook, scribbling something with a pen. She looked focused but somehow calm—like she was lost in her own world. There was something about her that caught my attention, something magnetic some thing irresistable. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I found myself staring a little too long than usual.
Eventually, she glanced up and, as if she’d felt my gaze, smiled. It was a small smile, but it felt like she knew something I didn’t. At first, I wasn’t sure how to approach her. It’s never easy to start a conversation with someone who seems like they have their life all together, right?
But then, she did something unexpected. She pointed at my t-shirt and asked, *Two true hearts? Is that your way of telling the world you believe in love?
I was caught off guard. No one had ever brought up my t-shirt so directly before. But there was something about her question that felt so genuine—like she wasn’t just making small talk.
“Yeah,” I said, half-surprised by my own honesty. “I guess I do believe in love. I think everyone has a true connection waiting for them, like two hearts that are meant to be together.”
She smiled again, this time with a little more curiosity. “I like that. I’m Nehali, by the way.”
And just like that, the conversation started flowing. We talked about everything—love, relationships, life in general. I don’t even remember how we moved from one topic to the next, but by the end of that coffee, I knew we had made a connection. It felt effortless, like I was finally speaking to someone who truly understood me.
Over the next few weeks, we kept meeting. We started sharing more personal stories, about our dreams, our fears, the kind of love we both hoped to find. With each conversation, I felt myself drawn deeper into something real. And through it all, my t-shirt with the two hearts seemed to be a constant reminder—a symbol of the bond we were building. It was like the universe had spoken through that design, guiding us to each other.
A month later, 'Nehali' and I went on our first real date. I wore that t-shirt again, just for the irony, but also because it felt right. And when I looked at her she was looking gorgeous in her yellow t-shirt with the same design as mine I sat down beside her at a quiet restaurant, Nehali looked at me and said, “I think you were right, Livakesh. There really are two hearts out there that are meant to find each other.”
We both laughed, but I knew she meant it It was meaningful.
Now, every time I wear that t-shirt, I don’t just see a design. I see the day my life changed, the day I met Nehali—the girl who turned out to be the missing piece to my heart. It’s funny how something so simple could have such a big impact, but I guess that’s the magic of love. Sometimes, it’s hidden in plain sight—in a small design, in a conversation, or even in a quiet café in Indore.
Surely your t-shirt design captures the vibe surfacing in your mind. Also I am thinking to buy this mobile cover please tell me how is it?
How a Shri Krishna T-Shirt Helped Me Find My Tribe
Hi I am Shabda Ghomi form New Delhi, India. I never thought a t-shirt could change my life. But here I am, sitting in a cozy café in Delhi, reflecting on how something as simple as a design on fabric helped me discover a deeper connection to myself—and to others.
It all started last year. I had always felt a bit out of place. I mean, Delhi is a city buzzing with people from every walk of life, yet somehow, I often found myself drifting through the crowd like a silent observer. Sure, I had friends, but deep inside, I longed for something more—something that would make me feel truly seen and understood.
That’s when I came across a t-shirt design online, one that had an image of Lord Krishna, the divine musician, with the words "Vringawan Jaungi" printed across it. I’m not sure what drew me to it at first—maybe it was the graceful image of Krishna, playing his flute, or the sentiment of the phrase, which in itself was a kind of promise, a call to go back to something pure, to a deeper spiritual journey.
I decided to order it. The moment the package arrived and I tried it on, I felt an unusual sense of calm. The colors were vibrant, and the design was so captivating, so peaceful. It felt like a part of me—like it spoke to something deep inside, something I hadn’t realized I was searching for.
The next day, I wore the t-shirt to INA Market a local art gallery was organized to promote Arts and Craft. Delhi's art scene can be intimidating, with so many talented people trying to stand out, but I walked in with a new sense of confidence. As I was admiring a beautiful painting of Vrindavan, an older woman approached me. She smiled at my t-shirt, and I could tell it wasn’t just the design she was admiring. It was like we had a shared understanding, a connection.
"Vringawan Jaungi," she said softly. "It’s the promise to return to purity, to go back to a place of love, where every step you take is in tune with your heart. Krishna’s call is timeless, don’t you think?"
I was stunned. She spoke like she had known me for years, like she could see right through me. We started talking about spirituality, about the teachings of Lord Krishna, and I learned that she had been practicing yoga for years. Her words felt like an invitation, and before I knew it, I was attending a local satsang with her, something I never thought I’d do.
What amazed me most was how that t-shirt, something so simple had acted as a bridge between us. We became friends, bonding over our shared spiritual interests and our love for art. Through her, I met other like-minded souls—people who had been on their own journeys, people who helped me understand myself in ways I never imagined.
That t-shirt, with its Krishna image and the simple yet profound words Vrindawan Jaungi, became more than just a piece of clothing. It was a conversation starter, a symbol of my inner quest, and a reminder that the universe often speaks to us in mysterious ways.
Now, every time I wear that shirt, I don’t just see a beautiful design—I see the faces of new friends, shared moments of laughter, and the promise that we are all on a journey back to something pure, something divine.
In a city as vast and busy as Delhi, where it’s easy to feel invisible, that t-shirt helped me find my way—and my tribe.
I am thinking to buy this mobile cover to keep my self inspired for new year excitement.
Our Pilgrimage to Mata Vaishno Devi: A Journey of Blessings
Hello! I’m Pooja from Bathinda married in Amritsar, and I got married to Yugveer Kabra in July 2023. After the excitement of the wedding and settling into married life, we decided it was time for something special—a spiritual journey to seek blessings for our new life together. We thought, what better place than the sacred Mata Vaishno Devi temple in Katra, Jammu? So, we decided to take a trip to the mountains, to not only visit a temple but also to connect with the divine and begin this new chapter in our life with her blessings.
Our First Stop: Amritsar to Jammu
We started our trip from Amritsar, where we boarded the train named 'Jat Express' in mid night form Amritsar, which was heading towards Jammu and supposed to arrive in morning. The train ride was about 6-7 hours, so we had plenty of time to relax, talk about our plans, and enjoy the views from the window. The landscapes outside kept changing, from the flat plains of Punjab to the hilly terrain as we neared Jammu. We had packed our 'Jai Mata Di' printed t-shits and my fav USA Passion Tote Bag (you know how important its for a women as we love to carry our home with us.) we purchased it form the online shop here on ShoppingVisa. We wanted to look unique and inspired for the journey. My other outfits i purchased online form luxe collection of janasya . Some snacks—tea bags and biscuits, Namkeen and Mathhi were our companion while we spent the time enjoying each other’s company in this journey.
After the train journey, we reached Jammu’s main railway station, Jammu Tawi, by morning. The station was busy as usual, filled with pilgrims heading to Katra. We could already feel the energy of people who were there for the same reason—to seek blessings from Mata Vaishno Devi. After a short stop to grab some snacks—we tried cholle bathure on the famous stall and some spicy Kachalu. I love 'Khatta' (Tangy) we took a matadoor form railway station bus stand and from Jammu bus stand to Katra the frequency of govt busses is good. The road from Jammu to Katra was about 2.5 hours run, winding through beautiful hills and lush greenery in the summer was treat to eyes. We were both excited to finally be heading toward the holy town!
The Gateway to Vaishno Devi, Katra is a small town but full of energy and devotion. As soon as we arrived, we checked into our hotel— Hotel Bala Krishna Sahib—which was really comfortable and offered a nice view of the mountains. We freshened up, and before resting, decided to walk around the town a bit. The streets were lined with shops selling religious offerings, books, and beautiful local crafts. The town had a peaceful vibe, but at the same time, we could feel the strong presence of spirituality in the air.
The Big Trek from Katra to Mata Vaishno Devi Temple was scheduled next morning, we woke up early and started our trek to the Vaishno Devi temple. It was about 12 kilometers of uphill walking, but we were determined to make the entire journey on foot. The path is well-marked, and there are plenty of spots along the way to rest. The trek began through the beautiful Ban Ganga, a holy river, where pilgrims stop to offer prayers. We joined in and paused to offer our prayers before continuing on.
As we made our way up, we passed several smaller but Important temples like 'Baan Ganga', 'Charan Paduka', including the famous Ardh Kuwari Cave, where pilgrims crawl through a narrow passage as a symbol of the hardships in life and spiritual growth. The climb was physically demanding, but every step we took, we felt more connected to the divine. The fresh air, the chanting of 'Jai Mata Di' by fellow pilgrims by looking at our beautiful T-shirts was obvious and the lush hills around us made the whole experience feel spiritual and serene.
Reaching the Temple after about 7-8 hours of walking was actually a achievement for me, we finally reached the top. The atmosphere around the Vaishno Devi temple was unlike anything we had ever experienced. People were singing hymns, offering prasad, and praying with such devotion. It was truly a humbling experience.
We stood in line for darshan, and as we entered the inner sanctum of the temple, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotions. The idol of Mata Vaishno Devi, in the form of three naturally-formed rocks, was breathtaking. We offered our prayers and asked for her blessings for a happy, peaceful, and prosperous married life.
The Return Journey from the shrine after spending some time in the temple and soaking in the spiritual energy, we started our journey back down. Instead of walking down the whole way, we decided to take a helicopter ride for a quicker descent. The view from above was incredible—we could see the entire valley, Katra below us, and the temple in the distance, all bathed in the soft light of the afternoon.
We returned to Katra and spent the night there, reflecting on the journey we had just completed. It was an exhausting but deeply fulfilling experience. The next morning, we took the bus back to Jammu, and then a train back to Amritsar. On our way back, we talked about how special this trip was and how it felt like we were both spiritually renewed.
It was a journey we’ll never forget looking back, our pilgrimage to Mata Vaishno Devi was one of the most memorable experiences of our lives. It wasn’t just about the physical journey—it was about the spiritual connection we felt, the devotion we witnessed, and the peace we found in the mountains. We’re so grateful that we decided to take this trip, especially at the start of our married life. The blessings of Mata Vaishno Devi will always stay with us, and we know that we’ll carry the lessons of this journey with us for the rest of our lives.
We’d highly recommend this pilgrimage to anyone looking for peace, spiritual growth, or simply a chance to connect with the divine. The inspirational wear form ShoppingVisa helps you stay inspired. It’s an experience that will stay with you forever.
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