It has been years that I started trekking. My first memory of the trek dates back to 1991, when a group of school buddies decided to go for a one day monsoon trek. The most enthusiastic girl in the class was our leader. It was muddy trail, and by the time we returned almost everyone from the group had become an experienced trekker. It took a while for me to understand what this business was. But it was that day when I got high with my insignificance on this earth. A pinnacle as proud as a nose of Duke, told me that to respect is the only way to appreciate the Mother Nature. Several years have passed by; Trekking has become most integral part of my day today life. But the love for this place is ever growing. Every year when the sky clouds with a promise of monsoons and greener earth, every wanderer gives a shout to the other, "Hey, his nose awaits us". The plans are made, dates are fixed. Every other commitment is compromised and the wanderers set out on a ...
My experiments with myself; this world... A note of the Intimate conversations we have had, What this world gave me; what I perceived... After all I feel like being in Alien Territory all the while... When I am not writing, I am not hibernating but planning and preparing for next travel or trek. P.S.: In case anyone has any objection to any of the pictures used, please let me know, I will delete them in case of valid objection.