A dream… a story… a memory…
I lay on the prickly brown-green grass, reading a book. I have a lot of time here, in this dream. This little town in the lap of mountains pampers me. I feel like a child in possession of peace and happiness again. I don’t worry about the bills, the job, the monies, the false friends, and even the repercussions of being ‘myself’ with kin. I am far away from all that – I’m with happiness here.
Continue reading “She calls me Zeba”
An incessant talker Amma, stops by my room, every morning – next to which is her garden. Even at over 80years, she is very active and I see her working in the kitchen, which is opposite to my room, or in her garden which is what I see outside the window of this tiny room that her son and daughter-in-law have rented out to me. Beyond her gardens, the view opens up into a panorama of lush mountains enveloped in mist.
Continue reading “People and Places, East Sikkim”
Asian Openbill in Majuli – the river island in Brahmaputra, Assam.
Continue reading “Friday Travel Pic – Majuli Island”
As you drive past the ghost town of Dhanushkodi, at the extreme tip of the island of Rameshwaram in south India, you arrive at the pristine beach of Arichal Munai.
Continue reading “The Confluence of Indian Ocean and Bay of Bengal at Arichal Munai”
I want to be somewhere, where the clouds float by as I lay staring at the sky, grass blades swaying gently in the cool breeze. Where time goes by, slowly, letting me breathe in and absorb each millisecond.
Continue reading “Nature in Timelapse”
I have tonnes of lovely travel pics that I want to share with you. Sometimes I don’t have a story to share with the pic, some times I don’t want to add words and distract you from enjoying the pic, the place (because I too, feel that way, sometimes). So starting today, I’m going to start posting one such travel pic with minimum/no words, on Fridays. I’m calling it ‘Friday Travel Pic’.
Continue reading “Friday Travel Pic – Northeast India”
“Would you like to buy some handmade woolen items?” She called out, as I strolled the tiny Buddhist village of Bagori near Harshil. Most houses around me were beautiful, old, and wooden, and were locked, so I was a little startled by the call.
Continue reading “Rustic Bagori Village of Uttarakhand”
Walking in the mountains has always felt so therapeutic. The only thoughts that run in my mind are things like where to walk, where to step (need to watch my steps, as I’m prone to accidents), and other such things which compel me to be present, to be there in the moment. There’s absolutely no place then for any of the big worries in my mind.
Continue reading “Trekking in the Gangotri National Park”