To the cold desert of Spiti, Himachal

Dear you, I’d written an important exam on 18th june, 2017. So the next day I packed my bags and left for Kashmiri gate ISBT. I reached late and my two friends were already waiting. We spent quite sometime trying to get bus ticket to Manali but failed to get it. Delhi was hot and…

To Jibhi and Jalori, Himachal

Dear you, Imagine a wood cottage beside the river, a tower like fort in the mountains, a snow covered pass and a frozen lake. Well, all this was there and more when I left for Jibhi in Himachal. My decided company was to be V who is becoming my latest travel partner (after being to…

To Kalpa and Chitkul, Himachal

Dear you, I can’t think of a beginning. And then I began: I’m no hobbit. And I’m probably my own Gandalf. But my adventure isn’t just about me. It is about the numerous people who made the journey happen. So, finally, after many days’ of doubt and fear I decided to leave despite all the…

To deserts-white and golden.

Dear you, While I had been planning to be in the whites of snow after my exams, I found myself in the whites of the salt desert. A full moon in the white desert at Rann of Kutch was the newfound wish. We booked our tickets for a private bus to Jodhpur while drinking cappuccino…

To the moon and back.

Dear you, I knew where I wanted to be. This time it was a lake perched in the lap of cold deserts of Spiti. The moon lake(Chandrataal) as it is usually called owing to its crescent shape. I had it all planned in my mind. It turned out to be altogether different was another matter…

To Har ki dun, Uttarakhand

Dear you, He had asked me and I’d said yes without giving it much thought. Although a few days before I wanted to refuse, I just couldn’t because I’d already said yes. It was about the word. I’d been somewhat afraid of him earlier and the travel together 3 years ago hadn’t made things any…

To Barot, Himachal

Dear you, 20th March 2016 6:22am. It is raining outside. And that is quite unusual for March. Black clouds fill up the morning sky and the mountains far off seem to be wrapped around by a thick blanket of fog. I haven’t been to the mountains in the monsoon season but the greenery surrounding me…

To the land of Bhotias, Lahaul

Dear you, So it was my last exam of 4th semester. I had decided quite earlier that I’ll not spend one more night in Delhi. Pabbar valley it was to be. And so I packed my bags and the next morning got down from a bus at Shimla. It was 29th May 2016. Shimla always…