It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves. ~Sir Edmund Hillary I woke up to the sounds of Gurgling Rupin river Ringing bells in the neck of mules, Chirping of birds, Ruffling of leaves, Ricocheting of winds. I woke up to the sight of Early morning mist, Lush green mountains, Fresh virgin snow, Sashaying…Read more Travel Diary #10: Rupin Pass

Journey began here. And it continues henceforth ... Day 4 – Bedni Bugyal to Pathar Nachauni Leaving the Bedni camp site was not easy for me. I used to look back after every 15-20 steps so that I can etch the view in my heart for eternity. The trail disappeared into a saddle in the…Read more Travel Diary #8.2 : Roopkund – Strolling in a dream

Nestled comfortably in my 3 BHK apartment amidst a concrete jungle, I dreamt of deep virgin forests. I dreamt of luscious aroma of rain-soaked leaves, vast expanse of alluring meadows, blue rippling brooks, wondrous stretch of rugged meandering terrains and unconfined snowy flanks. I dreamt of waking up in breathtaking camp sites, seeing picturesque villages…Read more Travel Diary #8.1 : Roopkund – Strolling in a dream