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I have never felt this overwhelmed at the start of writing a travel story before. Usually, the words come naturally. The memories line up neatly. The story almost writes itself. But today feels different. Today, I’m nervous. Nervous because I genuinely don’t know how mere words are supposed to do justice to what I felt […]

The thought of this ride first appeared sometime in March, while I was lazily scrolling through this year’s long weekends, trying to figure out where life could briefly pause and the road could take over. Ever since I bought my motorcycle, Kerala had been sitting high on my list. There’s just something about that state

Ever since I brought home my Triumph Scrambler, riding has become more than just an escape; it has become my way of understanding the world. But this time, I wasn’t looking for a weekend ride. I was craving something bigger—an adventure that would take me far from the familiar, across landscapes I had never experienced,

The Sandakphu–Phalut trek had lived on my bucket list for years — quietly, patiently. Not because I didn’t want it badly enough, but because somewhere deep down, I wasn’t sure if I was ready. 65 kilometres in the high Himalayas over 6 days isn’t just about endurance. This trek doesn’t just test physical fitness —

Experiencing a workation in Bir had long lived on my bucket list — I had heard far and wide about its calm energy, magical sunsets, Tibetan food that warms the soul, and of course, India’s paragliding capital. So after a week in Kinnaur with my family, I grabbed the chance. Packed my laptop, booked a