Liminality Endurance Races 2018: From the Sidelines

"11 minutes 45 seconds to go for the finish" I shout as Robert grabs the headlamp from Seamus and starts running towards the trail deep in the woods, in search for the last solo 50 mile runner on the trail. Mike Russell. Meanwhile, I learn more about experience of Seamus and Abraham from their last [...]

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Meditation on Tom Thomson

After running in frozen lands of Winnipeg in winter, I spent my first Canadian summer in Ontario's Algonquin Provincial Park. It's an immensely special place, and so was the three-month-long journey. While I'll share the journey in series of posts in coming weeks, visualize through the words of Robert Kroetsch (1975) as he describes a beautiful [...]

Why I Believe I Am A Rapist And I Am Sorry For That?

I moved to Pune as a 25-year-old in July 2013. Being born and brought up in Delhi, Pune was the first city outside of Delhi I was going to call home for next two years. So, when I landed, I was nervous, scared, excited, and wanted to socialize. Talk to almost everyone I'd meet, even [...]

When I Saved A Life In Delhi Metro

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Flip, face up. Compress chest. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Check the breathing. Do you feel anything? Nothing. Check if anything is visible in mouth? Nothing. Check the heartbeat. It's high. Do babies normally have high heart rate? I don't know. Look up at his mother. How is she doing? She's in [...]

The Thousand Deaths on Rat Jaw

The Barkley Fall Classic It's around 2.15 pm of a much-awaited Saturday in woods of Tennessee. I'm bleeding from scratches on right leg, the toe in the right shoe is crushed, I barely have a few ounces of water left in my blue hydration pack. The last I saw any course marking was over an [...]

A Tale of Taling My Tale

My heart is racing as I sit on a chair, gazing at patchy screen of my laptop. While I read my story for the last time before the show tonight, curtain brushes back of my neck as cool breeze gushes through the window facing my bunk-bed. It's raining outside. Perhaps, nothing new for a Montreal weekend. In past [...]

Snow, Mud, Sweat and Tears – Actif Epica 2017

First Step to The IDITAROD Tears rolled down my eyes in pain and despair as I collapsed on a half-frozen muddy trail in the middle of nowhere on a freezing cold midnight. I could hear sounds of coyotes, and see some flickering lights at a far distance. I wasn’t sure where was I. Cue sheets were [...]