Nature Trails Around the World

Stretches of green meadows, uninterrupted views of majestic mountains, songs of birds, healing power of trees or changing colours of the sky—all nature experiences are best accessed on foot. Trekking has an infamous reputation of being strenuous. But if you, like me, tread these trails to be one with nature without exhaustion, there are quite…

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Gangotri, A Journey to the Beginning

I first saw a documentary on River Ganges (Ganga) when I was in college. It was a series that followed the journey of India’s river from source to sea. That was when my fascination for the river begun. Since then, I have visited it at its many stages—Haridwar, Rishikesh, Benares, Patna, Calcutta and Sundarbans. And…

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Away in a Dream Called Binsar

No matter how far we go, there are a few sights that give our life a direction. They become a part of our memory and sometimes, our waking dream. I’ll call my dream, Binsar. This was my second time in Uttarakhand’s Kumaon mountain town of Binsar but it felt like a first time. It was…

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Travelling in the Bloggers Bus Across Garhwal, Uttarakhand

I’m still reeling from the super exciting journey around Uttarakhand’s Garhwal region with a bunch of travel bloggers from across the country. The first ever Bloggers Bus (or #BloggersBus on social media) went around five districts of the state with seven of us. This post is my account of being a part of this crazy…

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Photo Story: Jageshwar, Uttarakhand

The grand grove of deodar in Jageshwar mirrored my idea of paradise. An undulating turn brought us to the Himalayan valley. Beside the concrete road, I heard a reticent stream trickle. And the ancient deodar trees rose stately from the earth to high skies. I stared at them from a half-opened passenger window of the…

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Photo Story: Could Winter be the Most Beautiful Season?

Many versus in poetry and references in literature had led me to believe that winter is probably the most desolate and monochromatic season. Between Virginia Woolf’s ‘Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night’ and PB Shelley’s ‘If winter comes, can spring be far behind?’ I was convinced that winter was made of sorrow and…

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