A handful of thoughts

My dad, I am sorry to drag him in again, taught me one thing very well. He taught me how to travel and how to love doing that. In fact I have been traveling with my parents ever since I was one and half years old. I have been to various places in India- cities, hill stations, beach resorts, villages, national parks, temples, forts, historical ruins, and the list goes on and on and on. Out of all these travel I have developed overall, an overwhelming love for the mountains; more appropriately, a love for the Himalayas.

This love is seconded only by my love for historical ruins. In my travelogues I’ll try and pen down my travel experiences as they have been over a span of nearly 25 years. Not that I’ll be able to remember all of it….I cannot be that confident about my memory. Some will be mere sketches perhaps; nor can I guarantee too much of adventure really because I have always traveled with my family and have never been to treks or mountaneering or rafting excursions. But what I can give you is a glance at the middle class way of traveling in India. The way I have traveled all life is like millions of people in my country and mostly my city have learned to travel over the years. I begin the journey of my travelogues with my trip to the Gurudongmar Lake in Sikkim since it is the one I have been to most recently- it’s barely a month that I’ve come back from the trip and the memory is still fresh in my mind.