The Shack Story

In this larger world where we live, there are numerous smaller worlds, each nurturing itself in a different way, completely hidden from the rest. Such was Haa Valley (‘Haa’ in Dzongkha literally translates to ‘rice’), situated in the Western part of Bhutan, bordered by Tibet. Scarcely populated, Haa Valley appeared like a dreamland to me.  … Continue reading The Shack Story

Myself, And The Empty Compartment…

(17th April'15. Chetak express. Udaipur to Gurgaon.) "It's not about reaching the destination, but about enjoying the journey..." Going home is always a pleasure. A certain satisfaction that keeps buzzing the subconscious mind, that urge for the known smell, the craving for mother's touch and moving after Pishi, following her everywhere. In the last one … Continue reading Myself, And The Empty Compartment…