Signing off Spiti

It’s past 8 p.m. Sita and Norzom have left for Ki to water the fields and run other agricultural errands (I heard something about grinding Jamuns, I’m sure). Tandup has been taken too, in case he bawls without his mother. A cousin brother is here now. Smoking cigarette after cigarette. He’s supposed to be a…

Aloo Momos At 14,200 Ft

It’s 8 in the evening. I’m at Khibber. This is turning out to be different than what I had imagined. It’s still jagged and breathtaking but also slightly greener and flatter here. I think we are on the top of the rocky cliffs that mark the road till Kaza. The terrain looks quite walk-able. The…

The performer at the bus stand

The homesickness is getting real in Kaza. This is the second day in a row that I have woken up with the thought of going back. To Delhi. The crowded noisy capital with its big trees and wide roads. The love for plains and its people is calling out quite loudly to me. The barren…

The ‘Real’ Kaza

After the bumpy ride from Manali, the wind-stricken stay at Batal and the maddening walk to the breath-taking Chandra taal, my bones were craving comfort, a clean washroom, hot water and some belly filling food. And that’s exactly what I got in Kaza. Here, I’m cooped up at Hotel Spiti Heritage. A relatively new hotel in…

Everything Unwanted The Road Offers

The strangest thing happened today. I had reached Batal by 9 or so in the morning. The wind hadn’t started yet. The bus from Kaza arrived dutifully at 11. I was in the dhaba doing what I don’t quite remember. The crowd started spilling into the shack and soon it was a chaos curry of…

Learning To Be A Freeloader

The breathing problem got worse in the morning. I want to get down to Batal at the earliest. I feel awkward in Chandratal and there is no one to talk to. All the other tourists here are with friends and spent their time either in their tents or preparing for the trek to Chandrataal, stuffing their…

Day 2 – The plan ahead

  Sometimes, I’m immensely lazy. So lazy that I fail to be proactive. Even when it really matters. I’m so lazy that I choose not to go to office on random whim. I wake up on time. Get ready, have some tea and then message my boss – I’m not coming today. I’m so lazy that I’ve…