Of Misty Skies, Child Sadhus & 200 km Traffic Jams
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So what if the journey back home was a nightmare I saw with open eyes. So what if the stink in me did not go away for a week. So what if I ended up getting scammed by a God-man even after I did everything to help him. So what if Tip-in Point was fogged … Continue reading
Surreal Spiti September
So I am going to Spiti Valley. In September. That shaded region in the map with the black lines showing approximate route taken to get there. Apparently its a very beautiful place. It seems I will have to cross a Jalori Pass. And Rohtang Pass. And Kunjum Pass. And Baralacha Pass. Also, it seems I … Continue reading
Monsoon Again
So long that I have been out on the road. So long that I have felt alive. So long that I was stuck within the confines of my house and the office. So I left. Hitting the highway felt liberating. Dark clouds ominously lined the horizon. But there was no fear, there was anticipation. We … Continue reading
Back From The Dead
It got very cold as the overhead blower kept spewing a chilly breeze despite it being no more than 10 degrees outside. And I let it go on. The breeze forced my eyes shut which had no sleep in them despite this being the last flight out of Delhi on a Sunday night. My eyes … Continue reading
All For A Bath In The Summer
Picture courtesy: Kamlesh Sanwal The fact the above was the only picture we clicked on the last ride we had gone on should tell you enough why there was no story about the same here. There are those times when you feel like strangling someone but don’t because you are too darn sweaty from the … Continue reading
Romancing The Wind
What was left of the day was just a heady gust of wind which made her hair frizzy. She very plainly blamed him for not getting a scarf for her. That he had asked her many times to buy one didn’t matter to him. He was ready to take the blame for all her life’s … Continue reading
Shifting base: Mumbai to 50 kms ahead of Udaipur
No, that was not the destination planned for this journey. It was supposed to end about 650 kms ahead, in New Delhi. I was shifting base and I was loaded to the hilt. And I came to a griding halt on one fine morning in the middle of the desert. Life just likes to have … Continue reading
Earning My Quarter Mile 