Binge Watching

Sita Aunty currently goes about cleaning tumblers of milk-turned-curd. In some time, the family will leave for the forest on top of the hill behind this one. I’m welcome to join. I’m game to go but I feel breathless almost all the time. My nose is dry and it almost burns when I breath in…

‘Not’ Dealing With Altitude Sickness at Chandratal

I must admit, walking to Chandratal was the loneliest experience of this journey so far. It put me in a shell of some sorts. I wanted to be quiet, shielding myself in the privacy of a small white tent at Tenzin camp, left alone with my thoughts. I felt incredibly shy at Chandratal. On a…

Cold Feet

This was the day I almost left. The ticket had been booked. An RC sleeper class berth had been promised by IRCTC for Rs. 620. I had rolled a bare minimum number of clothes into my rucksack the previous night. Downloaded travel music into my phone, printed out the ticket and neatly folded it into…