I started running 13 years ago, and since then, every year on my birthday I run for as many hours as my age. But, I got injured at the end of 2017, then slipped into depression and stopped running altogether. A few days ago, while taking a shower, I was reading the label of the [...]
Canadians are the most polite people on this planet. That's the statement I was introduced to when I'd tell anyone - I'm moving to Canada for my Graduate School. And that's a fact. Anyone who has ever visited the country or has met a Canadian would vouch for that. At the time of writing, it's [...]
I don't know how to ride a bike. I never learnt it, and I don't know why. But, I will learn it soon. Having said this, it doesn't mean I didn't do anything. I love trains. I was born and brought up in a suburban section of New Delhi. Shakur Basti. I lived half a [...]
It's beautiful clear midnight sky, close to freezing temperature with snow-covered peaks of the Himalayas on my right and young river Yamuna flowing on my left as I stand alone in the middle of this road in dark. I haven't seen a human for past many hours and the last ones I met, warned me of [...]
Cold Streets And Quivering Usher I wrote this piece for Agenda For Survival in June of 2014. However, only little has changed in past four years down the timeline. Do you remember when the morning skies were blue with subtle bliss, echoing thousands of chirps we thought we’d never miss? We used to walk barefoot [...]
What are you talking about? Take me to previous part. I was sitting in a tiny motel under an array of tube lights, on edge of the road in Gola ka baans, when a couple of middle aged men arrived on their bicycles. Motel had just one long table, so they joined on the other end as [...]
What? I feel lost. Take me to Part I I was silent and smiling as I moved out of Sariska Tiger Reserve with the forest ranger (behind the window) who was done with his shift and was heading back home now. We sat on the plank and began talking of tigers - tracking, naming process, best time [...]
Carrying a mountaineer's rucksack and a deflated Camelbak, I was dumbstruck by the awe-inspiring beauty of surrounding greens with partially dead mountains in the backdrop. The spring was still two weeks away, but, I was sweating a lot as I alighted the bus under the open sun on a Sunday afternoon. I realized I was [...]
