(Very) Long Post Alert ! As I sit down to write this, it’s been a little over a month since we embarked on a journey that left a permanent mark—not just on our ankle & knees, but on our souls. The Goechala trek was almost everything we hoped for and everything we weren’t quite prepared for. It was beautiful and brutal in equal measure, a test of endurance, spirit, and ankle strength (more on that later). This wasn’t just a trek. It was a full-blown reset button for the mind. Somewhere between the misty forests, the bone-chilling winds, and the surreal views of Kanchenjunga, something shifted. The brain, usually a noisy place full of to-do lists and what-ifs, quieted down. It started focusing on the little blessings—hot tea, simple wholesome meals, little bursts of sunshine on otherwise cloudy days, shared laughs —and filtered out the mental chatter about everything else. I often wish someone would invent a way to bottle up these experiences. Not just the photos, but the feelings. ...
Exhilarating! Breathtaking ! Absolutely Fantastic! Words fall short to describe the 4 days of trek to Kedarkantha summit , a journey, that was like a breath of fresh air, breaking the monotony of our mundane lives, giving us the instant boost and a treasure trove of memories! Want to pen down the experience, before it starts to fade gradually, till only the faint highlights remain, of what was one of the best experiences of my life. Day 0: We prepared to leave for Dehradun by train from New Delhi. Sleepy, since the train scheduled to depart at 11:50 PM, is usually late by 15-20 mins. Day 1: Reached Dehradun. Pickup organized by Indiahkes team. Dehradun station is the pickup point for several treks – Nag Tibba, Har Ki Dun & Kedarkantha. Seeing fellow trekkers, with the standard decathlon gear gives rise to a feeling of camaraderie. Couple of enquiries later, 3 of us are in a bolero, accompanied by 2 guys from Indore, on our way to a quaint village by the...
He was only five months old when his owners decided to relocate him. That was when my father decided to adopt him, and that was how our family of four found the fifth member. Oli, as we fondly named him was a cute Pomeranian, different from the rest of his breed by way of his stronger, more ruggedly built doggy frame, stout legs & broader muzzle. None of us had the faintest idea of how our lives would change, of how, years later, everything would come to remind us of the dog who had become an integral part of our lives. Be it the corner of the door…a platform so small and narrow, it was a wonder how he managed to fit-in his butt there, without falling off, or the diwali crackers, which used to be scary episode for him. I would never forget the times, when my Oli could not stop dancing for joy, when we returned from a week long vacation. It was almost like dancing, barking, & jumping madly all around us was just not enough for him to express the joy of having us back… Can any hu...
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