The Left Bank
A Sunday afternoon on the less-explored Left Bank of the Beas - through Baranigran, Nathan, and the forests between Naggar and Jana.
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Solo cycling through Malaysia during Ramadan and across the border into Thailand.
Read →A solo, roughly 685 km cycling trip through Zanskar and Ladakh - Keylong to Padum, over the passes to Photoksar and Leh, and out into the high desert to Tso Kar.
Read →A solo, roughly 4,000 km cycling journey from Berlin to Lisbon — through Germany, France, Spain, and Portugal.
Read →Cycling solo from Berlin to the North Cape of Norway — ferry crossings, broken spokes, and the Arctic Circle.
Read →Eight days of learning and practicing ice climbing in the Stubai Alps, Austria
Read →Two short poems from April 2015 — a Sunday morning scene, and a reflection on being a child in an adult’s body.
Read →Two short poems from February 2015.
Read →A short poem written on the road — the first step out of comfort, a rickety bus, and one journey ending as another begins.
Read →A short poem — a wish list for what travel, and life, should be filled with.
Read →A poem written together with Aakriti Malik, about an apprentice, an old man who collects lost dreams, and the ones people stop dreaming as they grow up.
Read →Solo journey through Spiti in September 2014
Read →On why the solo trips have left the deepest impression of all — written on the eve of the same September 2014 journey to Spiti recounted in the letter from Tabo.
Read →A solo, self-guided trek linking Spiti’s highest villages — Tabo to Dhanker, Lalung, Demul, Komic, Hikkim, and on to Kibber — written up as a route guide for anyone who wants to walk it themselves.
Read →A handwritten letter written just after a Mountaineering course, a stint on a farm, and travel through South India
Read →Two weeks volunteering at the Agumbe Rainforest Research Station in Karnataka — King Cobras, leeches, camera traps, and the strange quiet of a forest at night.
Read →A short, unfiltered piece of writing from a desert night in Jaisalmer — memory, deja vu, and the mountains bleeding into the sand.
Read →A poem written somewhere on the road between Shimla and Keylong — each line starting with the next letter of the alphabet.
Read →Days 1 and 2 of a bicycle trip from Shimla to Keylong — a forgotten quick-release, a flat tyre in the first kilometre, and the first brutal climb that made everything feel impossible.
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A night camping in a stranger’s field on the Manali-Kaza route, with no money, a cold wind from Rohtang Pass, and more kindness than we deserved.
Read →Two days in Ooty alone — forest permits refused, a sunset from a college terrace, and breakfast for Rs. 50.
Read →205 km alone on a bicycle from Delhi to Keoladeo National Park — 12 hours, 10 of them pedalling, the last 50 genuinely gruelling.
Read →A thirteen-day trek through one of Himachal Pradesh’s most remote and beautiful valleys — from Barsheni to Mantalai Lake at 4,100 metres.
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A day in the Parvati Valley with Keval, a young Gaddi shepherd — fire, chai, and a landscape that belongs to someone else entirely.
Read →Lost among the boulders at 3,900 metres on the way back to camp, with a growing headache, rain coming in, and no sight of the tents.
Read →Arriving in Ushuaia at the start of a student expedition to Antarctica — the dinner table, the Beagle Channel, and the feeling of being 19,000 km from home.
Read →A morning on the Ronge Island glacier with the Students on Ice glaciology group — digging snow pits, measuring density profiles, and standing inside a landscape too beautiful to photograph.
Read →On 14 February 2011, I was one of 53 students selected from around the world to join the Students on Ice educational expedition to Antarctica.
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Five friends, a rented tent from the Indian Mountaineering Foundation, and a bus to Govind Ghat — the beginning of a trek to the Valley of Flowers and Hemkund Sahib.
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