“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
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..
He loved mountains, sometimes he loved her.
A life so useless, I want to waste it traveling!
Happiness is.. A winter evening, 4 friends, an open highway, an unplanned trip and crazy fucking time..