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…
I still remember the evening when I sat wrapped up in a Naga shawl, with a kerosene lantern light my notebook and was surrounded by quiet nothings. It was my last night at Mir Bahay. The evening when I walked into this quaint home, the first vibe made me feel warm. In the following 24…
