After staying at Sangla Valley : Seringche Village and visiting Chitkul : India’s last village , I'm headed towards Nako. My driver halts at Khab, a confluence of Satluj and Spiti rivers. Satluj after originating from Mansarovar lake in Tibet enters India through the Shipki la pass. Satluj's journey is brightened after meeting the beautiful Spiti river. … Continue reading Khab : Friends Reunited
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
A call to the departed. You've moved away but the memories are still alive. Pain feels beautiful when it wears the veil of memories, this one is for the ones who are never coming back. I shall wait for the knock on the door. The lamp will be lit by the fire of longing. It will … Continue reading Knock on the Door
To the friends who stay by our side even in the most adverse situations, friends who are willing to accept us even when the universe loses faith, for their courage and understanding, I dedicate the following passage to all those true human beings in the world, I love you all. My Winged Beauty Why do … Continue reading My Winged Beauty
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