Mornings in the Mountains

This is how mornings in the Himalayan mountains look like. This is how the views outside your tent look like when you step out of it, after spending a night of nonstop snowfall, in the middle of nowhere (quite literally) oblivious to the gorgeous peaks and glaciers all around you.

Dhanushkodi – The Ghost Town of India

I was very young when my parents along with some family friends had planned a visit to South India. Until then I had only seen that part of the country on maps. And of course, I had no idea then that I would eventually move for studies & work (& live – it’s been a decade now) in one of the cities down south.

Love Affair with the Mountains

Have you ever felt weak in the knees? Or had butterflies flutter in your tummy? I have! Yes, I’m talking about falling in love, even before you realize it. And no, I’m not talking about your regular love story, this one is a little different than most. It’s an affair of the heart that began unbeknownst to me and consumed me forever – a story of a deeper, emotional connection with the Himalayan mountains that changed something in me forever.

Friday Travel Pic: Ladakh

Julley from Ladakh!

An Ode to the Mountains

Every time that I was in the mountains, I have learned so much & felt utterly blessed. I’ve experienced the abundance and it’s overwhelming.

A Visit to the Robber’s Cave in Uttarakhand

Though I had traveled to Dehradun many times, I never explored the city much (except for food). Dehradun was almost always just a transit when I was headed for treks in the Himalayas of Uttarakhand.

Naked Soul

She looks at her reflection in the large wooden-framed mirror. Behind her the rain falls on the window, making a soft sound. It’s a grey, grey day – the girl in the mirror says. She sees a girl. A girl who loves words. A girl who loves to write. A girl who often gets lost in the world of beautiful words. A girl who stays up to write… yet, who finds it very difficult to express herself. And at times when she can’t, she so hates it and wants to run and hide.

Some Places Are Like Poems

“गहरी नीली शाम, सर्द बर्फीली हवा,
बारिश की कुछ हलकी बूँदें
कांगडी़ की ज़रा-सी आंच
दूर बादलों से झांकते ऊँचे-ऊँचे पहाड़
कच्चे-पक्के ख्वाब-सा, ज्यादा-ज्यादा सच-सा, एक जहाँ हसीं-सा …”

No Matter What You Do

No matter what you do, or don’t do, someone (or a lot of them) is always going to judge you, label you. Let them.

Sometimes, even those who claim to understand you will judge you. Let them.

Just a thought

~Musings~