I’ve been traveling solo and with friends since before my teenage years.
Over time, I realized I wasn’t seeing what others saw – and a decade later, I began writing about it.
A quirky, philosophical – sometimes mystic – lens, for those willing to look.
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A Walk in the Jamshed Quarters
Saadat was not an easy catch. Ever since he had left, he appeared to be on the run. Away from the familiar faces. From the dreadful “whys”. From a hauntingly good career that was bad in personal ways. From himself. Toward himself. It took me half a dozen attempts to eventually get him to see
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Cooling Vesuvius
Having a cup of tea with you in a ramshackle dhaba by the road reminds me of Frank O’ Hara’s iconic poem, ‘Having a Coke with You.’ The cold dusk has just fallen upon the October Himalayan mountains casting their shapeless silhouettes against a lavender sky, and upon us as we hold our cups over
Twenty Twenty-Five
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