Getting out that door…

I woke up to yesterday this morning, The sun unwelcome, muscles sore. The emptiness haunting, of everything around, The colours, the music, the morning dull, In which pleasure I once found.   I had lost what was at hand, And gone again too far this time. Was led astray by a falling star, That I…

Raising a storm…

Picking up a pen layered with dust, That settled over raging dreams and thirst The thoughts feel like scattered stock, The stories rubble, I realize.   Yet after all the time that passed, Now seems the time, to write those lines.   The raging dreams, now a quiet sea In the depths of which can…

Shedding Skin…

I move, A day into the next, A month into the next, A year, into the next. Shedding skin. Not half the man I was. Traded – For the infinite possibility of who I could’ve been. An empty thunder echoing the past. Of broken bridges built to last. I am just a fragment of who…

Spiti Diaries III… (Home is where the heart is)

Honestly, I hate having to conclude this entire experience in this last post of  Spiti Diaries . There was so much of pondering and reasoning and understanding going on in the backdrop of this back-breaking routine. So many little instances and memories that, looking back, seem like the really memorable and important ones. I wish I…

Spiti Diaries II… (Unpredicted, Unnamed)

As I mentioned in Spiti Diaries I, after days of acclimatizing ourselves to the sparse air in the valley, we make our way to the Bara Shigri Glacier Base Camp. Training starts the very next day. The trek from the base to the glacier is tedious and long. The sturdiest and biggest rock you step…