‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’

“Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?” famously had Elizabeth Bennet claimed in Jane Austen’s celebrated novel Pride and Prejudice, thereafter adding, “Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one accurate idea... Continue Reading →

Mystical Mcleodganj

Picture this. Waking up to the faint rhythm of gongs from a monastery resonating through the valley; listening to the sound of wind rushing towards gaunt mountains, losing momentum in its windy trail to only crash back into the valley, shaking every leaf, every blade of grass in its wintry dance; sighting goat-herds shepherding merry... Continue Reading →

Ghost Town

The last week, I had been trekking, wandering alone through the Dhauladhar range of the Himalayas in Himachal Pradesh. Walking in my solitude, conversing with myself, I chanced upon an old church, a stone building blackened with time, surrounded by whispering cedar trees, the trunks, moss-laden. Staring aimlessly, keenly listening, I heard hidden crickets chirruping,... Continue Reading →

Going Solo: Kasol

Solo trip I claimed to myself. Yes I'll head out by myself and strike off the long pending wish from my bucket list and what better than the Himalayas, majestic, mysterious, even if I were to be on the road alone, travelling through gorges, under the unfailing gaze of distant snow-capped mountains, the ravines, the... Continue Reading →

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