People & Places, Batal

Harsh weather, kind hearts and warm smiles – Dorje chacha and Chandra chachi’s dhaba at Batal, in Lahaul & Spiti.

People and Places, Zanskar

The incredible people of Ladakh, helping and guiding us to safely wade through the intimidating Zanskar River. Frozen during the winter, the river used to be the only means of connecting the valley people of remote Zanskar Valley with the rest of Ladakh.

Friday Travel Pic, Silent Prayer

“Our prayers maybe awkward. Our attempts maybe feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the One who hears it and not in the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference.”
~Max Lucado

People and Places, Yuksom

Meet the happy cardamom farmer Tsering, from the tiny town of Yuksom.

George Everest House Near Mussoorie

It was a beautiful morning that made me want to hike to some place but not too far, as I had a bus to catch that would take me back to Dehradun that evening. I ate a good breakfast, packed a small, light, day bag and set off to visit Sir George Everest House.

Friday Travel Pic, Wild and Free

Wild and free equus in the magnificent Himalayan mountains, in Kashmir.

Friday Travel Pic: Zanskar

Our awesome chefs chopping veggies on the frozen Zanskar river!

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.

She calls me Zeba

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.

People and Places, East Sikkim

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.