What are you talking about? Take me to previous part. I was sitting in a tiny motel under an array of…
आमूमन ज़िन्दगी दौड़ते हुए कुछ ऐसे किस्से दे जाती है, जो जीवन भर भुलाये नहीं भूलते। कभी उनमे बेइन्तहा ख़ुशी होती है, तो कभी दर्द भरा ग़म। उन्ही कुछ खट्टे-मीठे किस्सों में से एक किस्सा मेरा भी है। अब ये कितना सच है, ये तो केवल ईश्वर ही जानता है। न मैं, और न आप।
Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor…
I learned it is okay to run barefoot if the temperature outside is below freezing but dry. I learned being…
What? I feel lost. Take me to Part I I was silent and smiling as I moved out of Sariska Tiger…
First Step to The IDITAROD Tears rolled down my eyes in pain and despair as I collapsed on a half-frozen muddy…
Carrying a mountaineer’s rucksack and a deflated Camelbak, I was dumbstruck by the awe-inspiring beauty of surrounding greens with partially…
All efforts at self-transformation challenge us to engage in an on-going, critical self-examination and reflection about the foresight. The blissful eternal silence to find the answers to these questions demands commitment and a lot more courage, fire and deep awareness of “I”. This individual commitment, when coupled with engagement in collective discussion, provides a space for critical feedback which strengthens the efforts to change and make ourselves anew, stronger and full of light.
The legend continues… My kingdom as I always call this Martian land, it has always been a relishing experience being…
A revenge served cold Musings on Beeism “First, a DNF at Mandwa-Pune ultra. The weather was odd, conditions were new,…