Roads of the Northern Wilds

It was the start of late noon; me rolling a joint, beside a parked bike, on a culvert constructed over a nearly flowing, muddy but clear stream, it’s the water of forest, stretched throughout both sides of more than 50 kilometers

Journey to the Lower Himalayas

There’s a proverb and belief that the darkest part of the world is the human heart. I believed it whole heartedly, before I was on the NH 31, 13 days after the full moon night (nearly amabassya)

The Chronicles of Samsing

Imagine a field, surrounded by ancient woods of Lower Himalayas. May be if it was a Disney movie, a dinosaur or a…