To travel is to evolve!

To travel to an unwelcoming terrain is often discomforting in the beginning. Getting to the Spitian cold desert at an altitude of above 14,000 ft. makes you wonder with awe & be shit-scared at the same time at every turn of the road. Not to mention, the news of landslides & general lack of oxygen keeps up the drama to the full gear.

But like in real life, travel shows that getting uncomfortable is how mankind has always evolved… A new dimension, a fresh perspective is added to one’s life, opening up the Pandora box of unfettered possibilities to life, love, & human endurance.

Spiti pin valley
Pin Valley view, Spiti
Spiti kaza
Spiti valley view , Kaza
Spiti Himachal
Spiti Valley, India

A Schizophrenic Writer

There are schizophrenic dual-selves in each one of us – a self which is an artist’s vision of ‘who one can be sans society’.

Perhaps, an identity that’s doesn’t try to conform, to fit in, or compromise.

There’s that secret fantastical-self for each one of us who revels in absolute freedom, interacts to the point, & is dramatically confident like a ‘super-hero’.

A writer, they say, is unfortunately caught up in countless such selves –
a secular-liberal at heart who disdains the idea of lack of ‘freedom of speech’, but is forced to choose silence; a sarcastic asshole who is hidden behind the veil of a chirpy exterior; an anxious over thinker who is super-confident & alive when alone on the road to wanderlust.

Traveling for me thus works as a breather from these countless selfves, bringing me a little closer to ‘who I was born to be’, hidden beneath perfectly conditioned layers of societal falsehoods.

Parvati River Kasol
Parvati River Valley, India