Night lights…

A random night on a random street with its myriad lights….. Advertisements

a bit beyond……

At times, it is rewarding to go a trifle bit beyond what the tour guide book says, even if its a few steps…

It is the journey…

Sometimes, the urge to get to the destinations is so overpowering, that it blinds us to the beauty that lies along the way… If only we made the time to just stop and stare; relish the journey, than rush along to the end; to unravel what it has in store would we realise how much…

Loud silence…

They say the ones that know the most are the quietest… Here is a mute spectator, standing its ground for over 1300 years, witnessing the vagaries of nature, and of the people; its wind weathered sculptures, a testimony to time itself….! Sometimes, silence is loud…..  

Hope… Courage… Life…

They said the place closed at 5! They said it got just too dark to be around thereafter. They said it was dangerous. They said it was the land’s end.  It sure seemed to be the land’s end. The canyon so vast and deep made a rumbling river sound no more than a meek trickle….

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A blissful calm, a soothing ray of light reflecting off the sparkling water, the tall gentle slopes around belying the fact that the very foot of the slopes themselves lie at about 13000 feet above the sea level. Such was Chandrataal. A 9km trek seems nothing when 4 nomadic souls trudge, with only one another for company,…

A sunrise

A new day, a new place, a new perspective..

misanthrope…..

​There are those days, when a picture of an unknown, unheard-of place gives you the euphoria that so badly yearn for.  The smells, sights and the sounds that you conjure up in your head to try suit the picture, those are the days when you turn into a misanthrope, one tiny little bit at a…

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An amazing bike ride early in the morning… She had just come back from her place. Despite her protest, he insisted in dropping her home. Not known to be a morning person,  it sure was a pain to wake up at an unearthly hour,  for she reached at 4am. With the wind caressing the face,…

…….III

It has been a couple of weeks since the train had left the station. The hug, although not forgotten, sure wasn’t the most prominent thought in the head. They were still in touch, the phones doing over time. Her text read –  I have a crush on you… Caught unawares, he gathered his wits, and got…