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A Letter to me.

If I could ever get a chance to write a letter to myself and send it back in time, I wonder how tempting that could be.From the memories of last fall to a place where I had my first heartbreak.The super weird set of friends and a boy so insane(that’s me).Yes, I could conquer every thought…… Continue reading A Letter to me.

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Make a move,Unravel life

Let’s find a way to make peace with our inner demons.Where to start eh? well, there’s no one place to look forward to.Breath in a bit of loneliness, a sojourn ,a voyage to perceive what you are really made of.Unravel the stories you have gathered for so long.A bit of “let go of yourself”, you deserve…… Continue reading Make a move,Unravel life

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Kolakham: The Valley of clouds (Part-III)

Next morning came almost immediately. Tsange falls was calling.Famous falls in the locality.We set out to conquer that.With the weather so unpredictable and whimsical and with the leeches conspiring against us, the journey to the Tsange falls was never going to be easy.We would strive and a long struggle through the uneven and sometimes almost no way out. But…… Continue reading Kolakham: The Valley of clouds (Part-III)

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Kolakham: The Valley of clouds (Part-II)

The lust of rain drops can be seen everywhere the trick was to pick the right moment, and there she was conjuring blue with rain crystals all over, making love with nature. Now it’s time for some indoors.the exhaustion, a malfunctioning road has its outcomes.And to our delight rooms were simply simple and elegant.Just a piece of…… Continue reading Kolakham: The Valley of clouds (Part-II)

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Kolakham : The Valley of clouds (Part-I)

I was humming to one of my favorite songs” Raindrops keep falling on my head…….”It was raining can see the pouring rain outside.Somehow I was not worried and was in no hurry to reach anywhere.The journey itself is a destination for me.As the curvy roads took me further up into the valley of clouds I was becoming more and more relaxed.They say one should explore the hills in monsoon when true colors come alive.


Every sunset is an opportunity to reset

Every time I board a sleeper coach to take off to another new point of disembarkation or another familiar destination, something in my heart of hearts flutters with the anticipatory delirium of a child. I turn in my inadequate berth caught to the point of irreversible, in the frenzy of another unforeseen adventure.