Dalhousie Diaries I… (Chamba)

A wobbly bus and a dubious driver drop us at the secluded Jalandhar bypass at 3 am. Insanely curvy roads and a driver who loves chatting about the health benefits of wine is going to drive us to Chamba which is supposed to be our first stop. In spite of being thoroughly exhausted from the…

I’ll See You…

I’ll see you, I smile I’ve got bags to pack. I leave tomorrow, to meet newer places and people, I may or may not see again. I’ll see you. Though, would I? I’ll see you and maybe we’ll take that trip we talked about. Or you’ll lead me on the unmarked trail that’s the best…

Stories..

You know how they say your favourite book or film doesn’t have to end well. Art is a reflection of life and life’s stories seldom end on a high… But these stories have to end well, you see. For in turning the last page, her heart in her throat, or sitting alone in an empty…

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…