The Itinerant in the Himalayas

The Itinerant in the Himalayas

Reaching you was hell of a task and sent me into uncountable bouts of breathlessness and I swore I would never come back to you....
Reaching you was hell of a task and sent me into uncountable bouts of breathlessness and I swore I would never come back to you. After leaving you, I lost my appetite straight for three days, I was relieved that I will never come back for you. But memories are a bitch. Those 8 AM sunrises that started with hot hot ginger, lemon and honey water. Glad that I could not get a signal up on you, I would sit there and watch you just blow cold cold air, no matter how hot the sun shone. Shamelessly stuffed my face...
Charminar, my Prince

Charminar, my Prince

Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people.

To me, Charminar is not Charminar without the constant bickering of its people who want to make their life a full circle. Shops and hawker stalls strewn across the street and electrical wires hanging loosely, one could call this a "hot mess". However, the reality is THIS stays. It doesn't go away. It is happening. It throbs with life. The Charminar is thei testimony to all those dreams that thrive on it, over generations. The Charminar may not belong to our age and must have been waay better off in the era to which it belongs, but it has accepted...
ROOOADS

ROOOADS

There’s something about road trips.

There's something about road trips. In the beginning, you can't wait to embark on the journey and then sometime in the middle, all you wish is to stop, because the road feels never-ending and that kills you. But then that's life for you. Things like new love, new city, new people, and the journey to find them and to know them, can make you drop through valleys of disappointment and sail through oceans of hopeless love. After all isn't that what we live for? Here's a beautiful picture of a sunrise I was able to take home, when I had...