Excercise is definitely not my cup of tea but what better way to burn all those calories from the last night's cheesecake than biking along the scenic bay trail? The bay waters and blue skies coupled with a view of flights landing at SFO make for some great morning scenes.
But it's New York City and you cannot not fall in love with it. Maybe because of how diverse it is: in terms of the people, culture and food. Maybe because no one judges you, no matter what or who you are. Maybe because some of our favourite movies and sitcoms are shot there. Or maybe because the city is constantly moving and fast-paced and possibly never sleeps. It's hard to tell why but you cannot not fall in love with the city!
I ran away to the valley of Spiti for a couple of weeks this August. As you can see from the pictures, words can't do justice to the splendour of these Spitian villages (if it doesn't seem so, blame my photography skills). But Spiti isn't for the weak hearted; you have to travel on few of the most treacherous roads, ride through high altitude passes and walk across ice-cold nalas at times (on one occasion we did so by forming human chains). I was alone and thrown out of my comfort zone - I changed plans on the spur of the moment, hiked for hours on mountains and forged new friendships .
It's a lazy Saturday night and I stare at a map of Spiti for the umpteenth time wondering if I had come back from Spiti too soon. The memories are still fresh and the salty taste of the Spitian butter tea still lingers on my tongue. I lose track of time and wonder if I had left a little bit of myself somewhere back in those mountains, surreal landscapes and starry skies. Or maybe with those truly amazing mountain folks and travellers.
When was the last time you went grocery shopping and returned without a polythene bag? Oh also, do you have a polythene bag that has a hundred other polythene bags at your house? Again, what's the point of all this you ask.
Sometimes reality doesn't start setting in till you have cried your eyes out and bawled in pain, desperately hoping that you don't have to live with the new reality. It was my uncle who broke the news to me. My heart sank and my stomach hurt from the crying; my bloodshot eyes told me this was …
I am writing this story in memory of my mother. She is the most amazing person I had in my life and will continue to be. From the day we found out about her cancer to this day, my family's life has flipped 180. The courage she has shown during the course of her treatment …