7 months since i quit my job. 7 months since i let my heart win over my head. 6 months since i stopped writing. 6 months since i started living my life than writing my life. 5 months since i stopped whining about love lost. 5 months since i gained more stories than love. 4… Read More Since Life Happened
Originally posted on Thefeistytraveler:
“I believe in Instincts. And I have a very strong one; someone someday will write a book on me “how this girl loved to be in the mountains”” 🙂 what does love look like to you? I recently came back from Spiti valley – it was my first 10 day solo…
“if death strikes before I prove my blood, I swear i’ll kill death” – reads a poster in my house (and it is more than 40 years old). I have lived most part of my early life in cantonment areas because my grandfather, father and uncles were in the Indian Army. I have grown… Read More The dead soldier still on duty – Baba Harbhajan Singh
When you get down from the bus, you walk into a village with beautiful hills around. When you walk in the hills, you find a river. When you sit by the side of the river, the flowing water indirectly gives you a massage to move ahead. When you move, you enter the valley. The valley… Read More Who sees lives, but who travels lives more.
I have been away from home, friends, city life and my blog for almost 45 days now – i found home in Kashmir. How it all happened is another story but to give you all a glimpse of May 2016, I was doing Basic Mountaineering Course in a small village called Pahalgam. And here’s my… Read More Hello Kashmir
I have finally gathered the courage to write about this. For the last million years of my life I was living thinking Love and Attachment are directly proportional to each other. If you love, you are attached. And if you are attached, you are in love. FYI, that aint true. On my recent trip to… Read More For the one who lives in my heart
A confluence of Hope and Faith.. Golden Temple, Amritsar, Punjab.
What began as a nomad’s dream, ended up as a lifestyle.
Pablo Neruda said “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride, I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving” – in this part of my story dear Ladakh, I am declaring my love for you. You… Read More With love – from Ladakh
Some day I will stop writing about you and leave you incomplete..